There's a row of these rickety shacks on the wild side of Aruba, by Baby Beach and the prison. I am not sure I want to know the purpose of them but I like their artistic look. Barely put together, made of tin and wood, they look like they could just topple over into the waves.High cliffs were behind me while taking this photo, and wild goats wandered around the grassy area by the beach. I'd like to go back and explore the few dirt roads in this area.












