The Greed of Seaweed

Seaweed.

A term used for an outsider who settles in Bimini. 

Seaweed comes, seaweed goes. Some stay to nourish the land (seaweed is a natural fertilizer), and others wash-up for moments before getting swept out to new destinations. 

Honestly, I can't blame the overt or subtle repulsion towards outsiders on the island. Tourists arrive with extravagance and dispose of US-brought goods as trash before thrusting their tri-engine boats--overstuffed with Bahamian harvested seafood--back home. 

"But we spend money! 

"Bimini needs us, otherwise they wouldn't be asking us to buy things from them." 

"I need a weekend getaway from Miami, but I don't want to lose the perks." 

As a fellow species of seaweed, I would like to be of the nourishing type that can be put to use. That vegan sushi roll type of seaweed. Seaweed will surely return, but for now it is gone with the currents. 

I'm Posse

Biking to and fro the Tavernier plaza from our marina, we cross the overpass for Hawk Channel on a daily basis. These homeless kitties are greeted most days by a sweet lady who lugs a wagon full of cat food around suppertime.

In the shade, under the bridge, cats and raccoons coexist with an expectancy of meow-mix provisions. Today was not their day, however, and my photographic presence only roused them from their perches with a following disappointment. Goodness, they looked cuddly though.