One man's trash...

So these are from about a month ago now, but I'm all jumbled up and behind from being all over the place in the last few weeks- Japan, New York, Pennsylvania, New York, now Utah- and somehow these got lost in the mix, which is just as well since all my recent photos are still chillin' on my trusty rugged external hard drive I tote everywhere with me.....anyways, right when we first got back to New York it was still mid-august, and very hot and humid, so we thought a beach day sounded nice. Ryan, and my friend Lizzie and I journeyed out to Dead Horse Bay to see what we could see, and we were planning on swimming somewhere else too, but Ryan left his wallet on the bus and cut the fun short- but that's a different story........

Hence my getup was just intended as a swimsuit coverup, really, and I brought my boots along to wade around the rocks and broken glass. Ryan just wore his trunks and a shirt, and I had a swimsuit, some shorts, and this pinafore thrown over. It always feels silly riding trains in Manhattan like this, but then once you get to Brooklyn everyone is heading to the beach in beachy attire, so we felt a little more at home.























So Dead Horse Bay- you might have already heard from all the other blogging excursions, but in case you haven't- is where a ton of trash from decades past has been washing up for years, because it's across the way from tons of old factories. Lots of antique lovers comb the beaches for treasures, and we went hoping to find some pretty bottles. It's pretty picked over, especially on a saturday, but we tried to get there at low tide and explore what we could. my favourite find was a tiny 1.5 inch bottle.











pinafore: pib's xchange

boots: some riding shop in France from my horseback riding days when we lived in swizerland.