Channel surfing

This morning I ventured out to the dredger tailings on Mississippi Bar hoping to spot some deer. Although I did manage to catch a glimpse of a buck and a few does, none stuck around long enough for me to point my camera at them. So instead I found myself exploring a dry creekbed that runs through the tailings. The high banks and large trees offered plenty of shade, and I had the place all to myself, but I sometimes had to pick my way over discarded bottles, cans, and assorted other trash.

The strangest thing, though, was when I realized that everywhere I looked I was seeing various types of balls all over the ground. Most appeared to have been there for quite a long time. I saw tennis balls, handballs, soccer balls, baseballs, and even a football. There were so many balls, scattered all around, that I couldn’t even begin to count them.

Maybe this is the spot where all the balls that were ever lost end up.


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