This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Okay. So we are back from a trip to the Bahamas. Our wedding spot. Doing a little bonefishing, some gambling, some sunning, lots of eating...some pina colodas or goombay smashes... it was very, very, very nice. And though really happy to be home I miss the heat.
The first night Martin climbed in bed early. Tired from the flight, and early morning, and sitting in the sun. I went to bed around 11pm. There was a large white tent party on the grounds and I had been enjoying their music and laughter. In bed trying to fall asleep suddenly it sounds like Junkanoo is coming by my room. It is so loud that I cannot imagine how Martin is sleeping. I run to the door and a mini Junkanoo looking group is heading my way. I really want to get down to make photos of their exotic costumes but I am already in my pjs. I have the camera but not my glasses so I am doing my best to do some settings that would work in the night. Really hard without your glasses and in a hurry. By the time they passed me up on the balcony I did get a few clear shots. What I wouldn't give to have been down in front of them or in the midst of it snapping away!
Toonces never woke up.
Thank goodness I didn't let the door shut with me in my pajamas and no key.
It was the beginning of a very festive vacation.
Giving a shout out to my dad's dog