The somersault is mastered by putting one’s head down and then running on tippy toe until one falls over
several hours are spent with friends at the science center in Ft. Walton
“pamaters” are blanched and peeled and made into spaghetti sauce
lizards are hunted and, presumably, eaten.
sleep catches up with us in various poses
and I spend 5 minutes in a parking lot waiting out a rain shower, snapping self portraits. Then I notice the guy in the truck facing me, also apparently sitting out the downpour. Perhaps I was blushing when I took this shot.
Who knew I’d get so freckly when tan?