Or, for “The King of Them All” . . . Roto Grip!
I regularly shoot images of bay and beach flotsam, documenting the end result of our trashy habits. So, when I saw this bowling ball on a beach in Alameda, it was going to be just that — a quick documentation of San Francisco Bay litter. (Hugh and I do try to dispose of the most egregious litter we find, but sometimes the shoreline is one long strip of chaff.)
It wasn’t until I got eye level with the bowling ball that I saw the unavoidable allusion to Wilson. Brunswick’s half-assed grin seems more 70s smiley face than bloody handprint. But how often do you get the chance to anthropomorphize a bowling ball on a beach?
Beach Ball – ©ingridtaylar
Fantastic. Love it.
Much appreciated, Tovar.