Dawn.

Miss Carol and me got up early this morning so we could walk Cutter and Tug before the tourons flooded the beach with their touroniness. It was a high dawn with a marine layer on the horizon so not so much of a sunrise, but nice and deserted.

While the dogs were running like prisoners set free, I thought I’d steal from Stephanie at chocolateandwhine.com and take some angled photographs because hers always look cool and, hey, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?

All was golden until I downloaded and realized what I’d done.

And then I got seasick and threw up in my mouth.

The end.