Alexandria, Last Day of Summer

I was coming on the trail from Rosslyn. I saw a pile of plastic bottles on the grass and for a second I thought it was an work art created by some very modern sculptor. The explanation was, of course, more pragmatic: garbage is collected from the trail and gathered in piles, to be taken out later.

Sand and Waves

Ladies from Pakistan on the Waterfront

The Parrots from Alexandria

Men are like Boys

(Alexandria)