I have one more entry I need to post this morning. When my youngest sister heard that Dear Husband and I were going to Florida, she told me she was happy that we were going to get the chance to get away. The only thing she asked of me was a picture of my feet in the sand, with the ocean behind my toes, running on to infinity.

This shot was much more difficult to get than I expected. First, there are very few traditional beaches in the Keys. Where you find them, they are tiny, and generally a community has trucked in the sand, and created an area surrounded by a coral breakwater to keep the ocean from taking the sand out to the sea.
And, it was in the sixties in the Keys. While we were there, Tennessee, North Carolina and parts north were getting hit with a terrible snow storm. We had a lot of wind that made the temperatures feel brisk. As Northerners, we weren’t bothered, but the natives were going around in parkas.
So, my feet are technically in the sand, and you can see the ocean beyond them. I don’t think this is the picture Sis and I had in mind, but it was the best we could do under the circumstances. Next time, I’ll remember to take off the sandals! (grins)