I have been combing through old photographs that I have taken in the past years looking for some that I can post on my blog. Since my camera lenses are still in the shop for repairs, I wanted to at least post something. Funny though, I can't find any that I think are worthy. I've come to the conclusion that when we're on vacation, my husband's always in a hurry to get to the next place. We don't sit for long. I call him the Tasmanian Devil. He rushes in and rushes out... leaving behind the wind whipped debris.
Glad it's Monday. He's at off at work. ;>)