Transitioning from the sunny beaches of St. Croix to the snowy landscapes of Dallas, I drive to Starbucks this morning with the blues in my heart. If you are going to inflict snow upon me in March as well as unbearable sub-human temperatures (that would be less than 40 degrees anytime of the year), at least provide me with a damn yeti to photograph, something to make it all worthwhile.
The Crucians have it down pat:
The sea…
happiness,
pirates,
surprising garden art,
coconut retrievers (or Crucian mutts),
Rastafarians,
wee Rastafarians,
a rain forest,
Moko Jumbies,
and last but not least:
beer drinking pigs (non-alcoholic)
AND what am I left with? A skyline and a log in the fireplace? Forgive me while I go dispose of myself…
