I usually try to get my daily post off at the beginning of the day before disaster strikes. I didn’t make it today. Nobody is dying and there are no injuries, but otherwise what started out as a hectic but promising day including hard work in the morning and a dive with some very significant visitors in the afternoon turned out to be a day of interesting events (In the sense of the Chinese curse, “May you live in interesting times!”) which simultaneously led to both sadness that something so disgusting should happen and gratitude that it wasn’t much worse. Someday, when the dust has settled, I may tell you about it.
In the meantime, I’ll show you garish images until you feel like screaming, “Enough with the sunrises!”
Yawn . . .
Hey, we’re getting a hint of some crepuscular rays. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz . . .
Okay, I had to use a very low shutter speed, so one of her legs is blurred. She really does have four legs.
A haus win is a little platform on which one can sit with a roof overhead and enjoy the breeze without being fried by the tropical sun. It is also an excellent place for a nap, since the roof will protect you from falling coconuts knocking your head off.
I got this one on Saturday someplace. I can’t remember where. It’s all a blur. I was shooting down in a hole and I had to use a ridiculously slow shutter speed. Therefore the blurry fins. However, I love the look of the image. It implies motion. Heaven knows, we need motion. Otherwise we would all turn into Ice 9.*
As you may have gathered, I am rather zoned out at the moment. Others say, “What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.” I say, “What doesn’t kill me gives me the giggles.”
Okay, here is my last desperate attempt to amuse you. If this doesn’t do it, I give up:
Well, let me tell you what it is. It is a piece of metal off of The Green Dragon, a B-25 bomber which regular readers will remember from many tiresome messages sent into the black hole of the web in times before. It has slept on the bottom of Tab Anchorage near Wongat Island since the year I was born.
And, it’s still shiny.
* See Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle.