On the shore

I took a photo of a triangular moss covered rock, a couple of people said they liked it, and I went on to search for a rock more in the shape of heart. I didn't find one, so I collected some pebbles and made a heart shape on the rocky beach where I take my dog for walks.   I snapped a few photos of it, went home and uploaded them to the computer.  I didn't like any of them, and decided to return the next day to take more pictures.   The heart was gone.  I couldn't even find the place where I had built it, even though it is a short, maybe 25 yard beach.   I finally located traces of it, recognizing some rocks that had been part of the structure.

Who could have destroyed it and why, I wondered.  Maybe some kids picked up the rocks and threw them in the ocean, or dogs messed it up. Or a park ranger happened on it and decided to bring the beach back  to its "natural state". Or a fanatic of the same mind, as there are plenty of those, even though the park and the beach are on a landfill, formerly a garbage dump, later covered with two feet of dirt, while the beach was built out of randomly dumped concrete blocks from old buildings, freeways and god knows what else.

I rebuilt the heart on the second day, took photographs while the dog stood by patiently watching me from above.   On the third morning the heart was gone again.  I built it again, just for the heck of it, to see what happens.