USA | Monday, 24 June 2013 | Views [185] | View Smaller Image
These days it's called the Jailhouse. Where the real locals gather for a sense of seclusion and expression, this amalgamation of cement is all that remains of a '70's beach shack grill. The fresh stench of rising spray paint lingering in the air makes their presence easily detectable from the dirt trail above. These cement walls are an everlasting template continually erased and overlain as if to mirror the sand below that is paved from the daily wash of waves and tides.
