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The items I’ve found washed ashore carry a sense of something more with them. A sense of loss. Some sense of separation or abandonment. This fascinating absence of the people who once held them.
A misplaced existence.
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These items were untouched and photographed as found while visiting Venice, CA and Santa Monica, CA beaches over a two-week period in 2013.