Oh, how I wish I could have worked for me when I was in my early twenties. This morning when I went to pick up Greg and Diana, I made the mistake of passing by the ocean, five minutes later I was waxing poetic in their kitchen. “We’ve got a lot to do today, so much to do that if we skip work I don’t know how I will possibly be ready for my class on Sunday. That said, and the Pacific being as blue and calm as it is, I feel it would be morally repugnant if we spent the day insuring our financial survival. I’ll meet you back here with the boats in an hour.” Here are a few photos of what I did today instead of working. I’m sure it will be worth it when I have to work a sixteen hour day tomorrow. I’m especially proud of the green sea cave photo, I’ve set up that shot, lit from underneath in a surging sea cave, maybe fifty times over the years, this is the first one that worked.
