There’s a riparian zone at the park, a peaceful oasis where creatures hide and birds nest. It’s become not so serene though. It disturbs me when I often see people there following purposefully behind their unleashed dogs, who pursue wild rabbits across the sand dunes. Hopefully they are just practicing, as I believe this to be a wildlife refuge with no hunting allowed.
In this sweet little area there are also some rather curious man-made formations which I call “primitive rock art” with tongue firmly in cheek.
I’m guessing these “pieces” are the work of youngsters.
They have a funny little aesthetic quality all their own.