My attempt at a daily photograph showing something about me, my fellow inmates, and our natural habitat. May or may not include photos of people; I am still pondering opening that door.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
And When I Die and When I'm Gone ...
The Bussleton jetty has plaques honoring those whose ashes have been scattered there. I'm not sure why this one appealed to me. It may have been the sentiment of a life tied so tightly to the sea. Perhaps it was the relatively young age of the person it honors. As places to have one's ashes scattered go, the jetty seems a fine one.