It rained heavily in the night but we awoke to beautiful
blue skies
and coffee
and the NYTimes
with our breakfast
and tamarind juice
yogurt
bagel
and fruit
which inspired me to make this sculpture
and then slowly eat away at it
to retain my membership in the clean plate club.
Back at the room, I took out the glasses repair kit
and went to work on my sunglasses which appeared differently with
flash
than without
as I did the tedious task
and Suzanne lounged
in the bed. The coconut
was still in our tree
and we again recorded our local view
and the bench loveseat
and book
and Times crossword puzzle
in our room. Next, I worked on self portraits with flash
and without
as Suzanne knitted
her elegant yarns
and we looked at our possessions
and then the room's pictures
before responding to the call of the beach
which beckoned us.
Suzanne was the first to touch the water
which was beautiful
and inspired me to put on snorkeling gear
and explore. Next, Suzanne was in the water
and I recorded her path, stroke
by stroke
by stroke
and then step
by step
until she emerged and left me to admire the caustics
caused by the discontinuities of the sun's
reflection on the water. The beach seemed desserted
but a few people went by
as Suzanne did another turn at snorkeling
and returning
to our site
to watch the sea
and then head to Scott's beach. Before we left, we ran into the mirage
lady
who gave us an action pose
and sent us on our way to admire the beautiful ship passing by
and to enjoy our drink from her
as we watched the boat
and finally figured out how they fit those boats
into bottles. Somehow, the beach experience
changed the name of my book
even as the view
beckoned Suzanne
back into the water and the mirage lady
back to our side.
After the beach, we called Sarah
and heard the incomprehensible story of the attacker at Sword's house.
Then we made our way
to the Turtle bay estate house
where this gentleman
brought this drink
and we made our way to our table where Suzanne
had some bread
and admired the setting
as I got my white wine
and admired mine
to Suzanne's amusement
of the bread
and her salad
and my mango soup
which didn't take well to flash-free photography
in the darkened environment. The main courses
were tasty and then the desert menu came
illuminating the darkness
for coffee
and tart
to the chef's
amusement.
and coffee
and the NYTimes
with our breakfast
and tamarind juice
yogurt
bagel
and fruit
which inspired me to make this sculpture
and then slowly eat away at it
to retain my membership in the clean plate club.
Back at the room, I took out the glasses repair kit
and went to work on my sunglasses which appeared differently with
flash
than without
as I did the tedious task
and Suzanne lounged
in the bed. The coconut
was still in our tree
and we again recorded our local view
and the bench loveseat
and book
and Times crossword puzzle
in our room. Next, I worked on self portraits with flash
and without
as Suzanne knitted
her elegant yarns
and we looked at our possessions
and then the room's pictures
before responding to the call of the beach
which beckoned us.
Suzanne was the first to touch the water
which was beautiful
and inspired me to put on snorkeling gear
and explore. Next, Suzanne was in the water
and I recorded her path, stroke
by stroke
by stroke
and then step
by step
until she emerged and left me to admire the caustics
caused by the discontinuities of the sun's
reflection on the water. The beach seemed desserted
but a few people went by
as Suzanne did another turn at snorkeling
and returning
to our site
to watch the sea
and then head to Scott's beach. Before we left, we ran into the mirage
lady
who gave us an action pose
and sent us on our way to admire the beautiful ship passing by
and to enjoy our drink from her
as we watched the boat
and finally figured out how they fit those boats
into bottles. Somehow, the beach experience
changed the name of my book
even as the view
beckoned Suzanne
back into the water and the mirage lady
back to our side.
