my island home

The pilot, seated less than an arms length, though two seats away from me, readied for the landing. The 8 seater, twin prop plane glided in beautifully over crystal clear, aquamarine waters, sparsely populated settlements and only one clearly defined road.......... a definite reminder that we were far from the bustling city we had left a few hours earlier. I got tapped on the shoulder and a little voice seated behind me said "I'm so glad we're home mummy. I'm an island boy you know."

Fragile as.......

Beneath the spikes

and defenses

lies a delicate

and vulnerable place

in all of us.

Go there....

and discover

the beauty

for yourself.

Sea foam

A washed. Lighthearted. Soothing. Weathered. Cool. Fresh. Playful.

Not just a number

I love that the houses here have names rather than numbers. And like a boat, it's considered bad luck to change the name. Can you guess the name of this house?

Treasures from the sea. This might be my all time favourite haul.

Submerged and reflective

"Date Day" on Eleuthera with my husband yields such unexpected pleasures. This week it was tidal pools, sea glass, rope nets and sun bleached pastel plastic crates.........and me in front of, rather than behind the camera.

I've arrived

Blogland.........who knew this is where I was headed?! But do I think I've arrived? Or am I still journeying? How wonderful to be able to share, be it the destination or the journey!