Yesterday was one of those days we so often have. Absolutely gorgeous sunshine, blue skies and billowing clouds and then, out of the literal blue, a slow rain, a white out that shouldn't have been a white out at all, with drops hardly making it to the ground before melting. Into...uh...steam or something. Then the sun came back and it was breezy and beautiful again, though the clouds lingered, that long grey tunnel of clouds from El Yunque to St. Thomas that I still have never photographed the way it looks over the miles. Yet.
|One face of the towering clouds|
|What my houseboat wants to be when it grows up (just to answer the often asked question of "Is that houseboat in the bay your houseboat?" No.|
|When I took this, I imagined it in black and white|
|But I think I like it better in color|
|Coming through the reef|
|A future captain watches|
|So long! Hope you enjoyed and were kind to Culebra.|
|Be careful out there, little red boat|
|A little shift in the wind changes everything|
Have a taoist Thursday. Do nothing taboo.