Lynne Goodwin
I left the sunset... and watched his profile
Poor, poor, peaceful fisherman... His friends were wearing sunglasses and baseball caps, or else they may have had similar fates. But, alas, no - they were not nearly so interesting. I took a picture of his feet, too... horrible woman. He had rolled up his jeans and had the cutest flops on. The driftwood, rocks and those rolled-up jeans and flops - the straw hat - fishing stuffitz strewn about - him looking at me snapping at odd angles (or trying hard NOT to look) perched precariously on the out-cropping, wild pigtails and exercise clothes drenched from my walk... it was quite a scene... But, the picture appears peaceful.
I left the sunset... and watched his profile
Poor, poor, peaceful fisherman... His friends were wearing sunglasses and baseball caps, or else they may have had similar fates. But, alas, no - they were not nearly so interesting. I took a picture of his feet, too... horrible woman. He had rolled up his jeans and had the cutest flops on. The driftwood, rocks and those rolled-up jeans and flops - the straw hat - fishing stuffitz strewn about - him looking at me snapping at odd angles (or trying hard NOT to look) perched precariously on the out-cropping, wild pigtails and exercise clothes drenched from my walk... it was quite a scene... But, the picture appears peaceful.