Adirondack MemoriesFaded Snapshots
The other day, while rummaging through the huge wicker chest in my office for something I cannot remember, I saw an old Montecristo N°4 cigar box. In the aged tobacco-scented box was a long expired passport and a few faded snapshots, including this one. I remember well those tranquil weeks on that tiny island in the Seychelles. Ideling away many an afternoon, reading Twain’s “Following the Equator” in that old weathered chair, Hendrick’s and tonic in hand while palm fronds overhead gently rustled in the sea breeze.
Dalo 2013
10 Feb 2024Sitting here on a Sunday morning, a series of frantic weeks behind me, and this photo speaks to me so clearly 🙂 You capture the spirit of contentment (if only for a brief moment).
Ron Mayhew
9 Mar 2024Randall, thanks so much and sorry for my slow reply.