bigscoop
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- Jun 4, 2010
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What drives us to be on the beach in search of things uncertain? Is it the seascape, those beautiful sunrises and sunsets, the screech of those pesky seagulls and that salty breeze in our face? For me the beach has a certain energy about it that I can't find anywhere else, a warm sun on my back and soft sand under my feet, as far as the eye can see there is nothing but endless adventure and mystery.
Five-hundred years, that's how long Europeans have been coming to these shores, some by design while other have landed here due to the fury of the sea. Just off these shores lay and endless string of shipwrecks, most of them with no known name, location, or identity. Under the very sands of these beaches there still lies more, the anger and power of the sea leaving them marooned near the dunes. If only we knew just those things that history failed to record.
In modern times these same beaches have become the summer time playgrounds for millions of people, the coins in their pockets and the expensive jewelry about their frames being stripped from the their possession and buried within the sands. And yet the tides still roll in and the tides roll back out, just as they have always done, just as they have done since that first European stepped foot on these coast. There are literally millions upon millions of small clues to this extensive human presence buried in these sands. If only we knew exactly where each piece resided.
Today one can stand on these sands and they can hear exactly the same beach sounds that those first Europeans heard and they can gaze upon the exact same ocean horizon. Five hundred years ago the question was asked, “What, I wonder, is out there?” Today, from these very same sands, this same exact question is still being contemplated. What, I wonder, is out there? What, I wonder, lies buried under my very own feet? The breeze in my face, the sounds and sight of the sea filling my ears, entertaining my eyes, and stimulating my mind.
That small piece of copper, that clump of crusty iron, that blackened piece of, “whatever?” All of thee items came from someplace, but from where, exactly did they come? Are all of these modern pieces of crap or are one or two of them the possible clues to what history failed to record? Makes you think twice about all that unidentifiable “crap” you've thrown away over the years, yes?
At my home there is a large electrolysis tank just for these reasons. Not everything of value is made of silver and gold and some of these lesser things just might one day lead you to more old silver and gold. What history has failed to record is scattered all about these beaches, scattered all about these coast. Would you recognize these clues if you one day saw them?
Anyone want to go metal detecting?
Five-hundred years, that's how long Europeans have been coming to these shores, some by design while other have landed here due to the fury of the sea. Just off these shores lay and endless string of shipwrecks, most of them with no known name, location, or identity. Under the very sands of these beaches there still lies more, the anger and power of the sea leaving them marooned near the dunes. If only we knew just those things that history failed to record.
In modern times these same beaches have become the summer time playgrounds for millions of people, the coins in their pockets and the expensive jewelry about their frames being stripped from the their possession and buried within the sands. And yet the tides still roll in and the tides roll back out, just as they have always done, just as they have done since that first European stepped foot on these coast. There are literally millions upon millions of small clues to this extensive human presence buried in these sands. If only we knew exactly where each piece resided.
Today one can stand on these sands and they can hear exactly the same beach sounds that those first Europeans heard and they can gaze upon the exact same ocean horizon. Five hundred years ago the question was asked, “What, I wonder, is out there?” Today, from these very same sands, this same exact question is still being contemplated. What, I wonder, is out there? What, I wonder, lies buried under my very own feet? The breeze in my face, the sounds and sight of the sea filling my ears, entertaining my eyes, and stimulating my mind.
That small piece of copper, that clump of crusty iron, that blackened piece of, “whatever?” All of thee items came from someplace, but from where, exactly did they come? Are all of these modern pieces of crap or are one or two of them the possible clues to what history failed to record? Makes you think twice about all that unidentifiable “crap” you've thrown away over the years, yes?
At my home there is a large electrolysis tank just for these reasons. Not everything of value is made of silver and gold and some of these lesser things just might one day lead you to more old silver and gold. What history has failed to record is scattered all about these beaches, scattered all about these coast. Would you recognize these clues if you one day saw them?
Anyone want to go metal detecting?
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