Is he not sublime in his ghoulishness? You simply must click the pic to embiggen and enjoy the absurd and somewhat poetic placement of various bi-valve invaders. He's too creepy for words and I can't wait for him to be photoshopped with an eye-patch and bandana and make him the pirate mascot for my blog.
As it was, he did a great job of keeping other beachgoers at a fair distance away from our little encampment of umbrellas and libations. I really, really, wanted to bring him home with me, but he's friggin' heavy and the stupid barnacles would stink up everything. So, we got some great pics and I just knew you'd never forgive me if I didn't share the joy.
Seriously? Dogette could use Barnacle Bill as a lawn ornament . He could stare at her nabes and damage their calm. My happy lil' heart of hearts just wanted to drag this cruller home and ship it to her.
With fair warning, of course.
Speaking of poetry:
This face you got,
This here phizzog you carry around,
You never picked it out for yourself
at all, at all—-did you?
This here phizzog—-somebody handed it
to you–am I right?
Somebody said, “Here’s yours, now go see
what you can do with it.”
Somebody slipped it to you and it was like
a package marked:
“No goods exchanged after being taken away”—-
This face you got.