Billy wanted to go look for seals before he went to work. So, we looked. Didn’t find any seals. But, we did find this rock graffiti.
Came back to town. Had breakfast. Billy went to work and I went snorkeling.
Not fish pictures that were keepers today. But, I still have fish.
The biggest fish is made with wicked unforgiving paper. But, the papers are elegant. The mid size fish is made with a forgiving paper but I think I will need to press it into holding shape here with all the humidity. The tiny one is, well, tiny and doesn’t make much of a statement. Also tiny is harder for my elderly eyes and hands. I think it will be fish this year.
A little reflection on Being old
When you get old strange things happen to your body. You get lumpy. At least I did. And the f-ing lumps aren’t even symmetrical. It should not matter. Because lots worse things are in store for the old body ( and brain). But it does. A little. It’s not like I am picking up men and bringing them up to my room. (and no dear asylum sisters – I don’t always wear thongs. Sometimes I wear regulation granny panties!)
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On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen, Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.