Coming home...

Nothing like feeling that you've come "home" and you aren't even home! Bejuco feels homey to me, and I was glad to get back to my house, set up my hammock, buy a hook for my hummingbird feeder and walk with Eva on the beach. This is the first critter I found on the way to the beach - a pink dragon fly who sat still enough for me to take two photos.

I walked twice on the beach yesterday and ran this morning on the road, which is hairy because the huge 18 wheelers careen by me, trying, I know, to kill me - if only in their hearts - as they sit and jiggle behind those wheels, sloth-like and blubbery. God, I'm an awful person, but friend Farlow reminds me that Jung says we should embrace our demons.

This is one of the wonderfully lewd pods I found on the beach yesterday, and I took a series of shots of them in various stages of opening; they are so delightfully clitoral and vaginal that I had to laugh.

And, as long as I'm getting artsy here, I shall load up some of my quirky images I captured along the trail to Carate, the first being this double wheeled image that pleased me though my cousin wondered what the hell I was doing photographing wheels! But I also love images of chairs, and this one seems to speak for itself and Porto Jimenez, referred to by the gringos as Port Jim, not a terribly upscale town but one that has had moments of striving with one fancy restaurant that never made it and several hotels that tried, but by the time we got there seemed more tired.

More another day and another adventure, but for now, adios. I think my next adventure will be picking up trash along the side of the road... Sigh.