Sunny morning stroll on my favorite corner of Nantasket Beach. It’s a catch all here for waves, wildlife, and unfortunately trash. Something about the ocean floor and the currents in this little cove contributes to the unusual amount of debris that washes up. Everyday it changes. We arrive sometimes to find a slew of golf balls or thousands of peach pits, small perfectly smoothed nuggets of driftwood or hordes of cans and plastic bottles. It seems as though the sea right here has a very distinct and active personality.