Island time

I’ve no idea what the time is anymore. It’s either light or dark. I slipped into vacation mode easily.

This morning’s photo shows a little of the juxtaposition – maybe even contradiction – the island manages everyday. The floating city at the top of the photo is the Queen Mary 2. There’s another, smaller, ship that came to port beside that.

The foreground shows a man leaving the neighborhood trash collection site. Sometimes it gets picked up, sometimes it doesn’t.

I put down my coffee cup to snap the shot from R’s balcony.