It’s a hot, humid night somewhere in the tropics. I don’t remember where. Still and quiet other than the buzzing of the insects. And I am alone with my thoughts, two fingers of a superb rum, and my last Cuban cigar. As they say, life is good.
It’s a hot, humid night somewhere in the tropics. I don’t remember where. Still and quiet other than the buzzing of the insects. And I am alone with my thoughts, two fingers of a superb rum, and my last Cuban cigar. As they say, life is good.
Marie
16 Apr 2019The smoke makes the photo. 🙂
fotograffer
23 Apr 2019Thanks, Marie. I think it “completed” the image for sure.