Sometimes, you just need to slide your feet into some sand, float in warm water, and let the sun bring your freckles out of hibernation. Yep. I can’t believe I was able to limit myself to only a few photos, but here they are. Even though Saint George is the Patron Saint of Soldiers, I’d like to think that St. George Island is the Patron Saint of Pale Skin.
Mary, Mary….why ya buggin?
After eating my almonds, I thought the plastic bag they were in made a cool, creepy filter. Beach trickery!
Mary might kill me for this one, but it makes me so daggum happy!
Hey Atlanta, how have you been? I still love you.