It’s a fact: these present two weeks will rank among the most unbearable of the year. Having been “laid-off” for lack of work and of a better word (tourism is dormant since the passage of hurricane Ivan; or at least such is the most common excuse for this defeat), I suddenly find myself with a whole lot of time to flirt with my camera.
So I get up before dawn and haunt the shores of Little Cayman until the light is turned on by a mighty hand and another day explodes around me.
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