In the quiet, memories of when I first got here surfaced. Rarely hearing vehicles, daily hearing horses hooves. Seeing empty beaches, often. Listening to congas wafting over the water. Knowing any brief times of loud music from surrounding areas meant it was a big holiday. Yes, yes, nostalgia blah blah blah. But enjoyable when it is in the present, si?
|My favorite manatee sculpture|
And now on to the rock and will it roll portion of our show.
|Jim says he couldn't see the Indian. Can you?|
|One rock holding up the world|
Have a mellow MondayEvening. Do something mesmerizing.