I'd taken a walk down to the little beach at Buttermilk Bay, near my house, in early August. I was horrified to see this trash. Litter is unacceptable to me. If you can pack your stuff in, you can pack your trash out again. But it's not enough to simply be "horrified" by it, and then go home and grumble about what pigs people are and how repugnant the human race is.
So the next morning I grabbed a trash bag and my groovy pink gloves and headed back down to the beach.
It took all of 10 minutes to clean up that litter, plus the bits of trash I found in the park next to the beach. It was August 9th, the 16th anniversary of Jerry Garcia's death. I think he would have approved of how I observed it.
What looks like white paper are actually clam shells, bleached wood and rocks, and the green thing in the center is a sprinkler head. All the trash is gone.
I didn't post this for an 'attaboy' or pat on the back, but to show that one person can make a difference in a short amount of time. Think globally, act locally.
