The Atlantic Ocean from Chincoteague Island (pronounced Shink-oteague). I guess it's kind of a big deal that it's one of the only places in America where you can still find wild ponies. I don't know, from what I saw, they looked a lot like nice little domestic ponies. Ah well, I guess I looked that gift horse in the proverbial mouth.
BOO! Creepy horseshoe crab, about a foot from end to end. My uncle says they're related to the flea and can get five times bigger than that! Ug-gh-guguh!
I decided that some some serious beach bum must have decorated this for a Christmas tree. It kind of reminds me of Castaway.
Now, pay attention here--this picture is very clever, and I'm quite proud of it. I entitled it "Reaction." Can you see why?
(The footprints in the upper left are mine, by the way--for some reason I was particularly jumpy that day.)
Sunset over the marshy bay waters. Man, I'm good. Either that, or the artist is.
Whelp, see ya later.
P.S. It's February.