One Fine Day

On a clear day, you can see almost forever, but I couldn't see St. Croix. A road beckoned and I followed, a road I've rarely been on and I don't think I ever walked on, which is the most right way to be on it at all. Except you have to walk backward going up, with each step changing the view.

I brought along the phone to play with the camera (learning that it sucks at zoom even more than I thought, but I won't throw it out for that - it definitely has some good features. Like, it's part of a PHONE! which I hope will continue to stay ridiculously strange to my mind for a long time).

In real life, you could see the sands of Vieques with extreme clarity.

Zoom still pretty bad, even at this distance

But from here! Not so bad, if you like the road. And I do.

Coming back down the road

On the other hand, for closer captures, it ain't so bad!

Another ponytail palm

Seriously gorgeous

There is a lot of this around here. Walls and walls of it. Retaining walls, not house walls.

It makes my arms tired just looking at these walls of stone, even while being awed by the beauty and the craft. I think this is how one knows one is growing older; instead of thinking immediately, 'I could do that!' one thinks, 'Who could I hire to do that?'

Have a sensation full Sunday. Do something sagacious.