Walk #3 Mapping Social Territory in Place

I always knew I was near the beach when I could see stickers pattered to the back of anything. The salty ocean air usually signals the coming of the ocean, but I'm generally reminded by the disregard for public domains near the beach.

Foot steps painted into the cement by an cold and eager surfer running back to his car.

The cigarrette buts left behind.

It was odd seeing a lock on the cigarrette but holder. It reminded me of Don Dellilo and his descriptions of our waste and our need to protect it. Even to the point of no return does our waste become protected. Maybe they're scared of the curious or rather destructive individuals taking the ash and spreading it throughout the site. It just seems strange to me.

Advertisements of an exclusive warehouse sale. In high school it was a big deal to know about the next sale.

In Orange County we have the luxury of the surf brand warehouse sale. A majority of the brands set themselves in Costa Mesa for cheap rent and hip location to put their company.

And palm trees.

I'm not sure if they grow there naturally. They're as strange as the mediteranian olive trees that I see purposefully placed in the upscale quarters of Tucson. Palm Trees. Just another indication of the genre that we like to create around the beach.