The 4-year-old, ready to go home.
Complete with sleeping guy.
At the local front gate garden. No clue what kind it is, but I like its look.
On a windy day.
I love these guys. Their deadpan performance leaves you with the impression they never speak to each other. Or to anyone else.
Looking soooooo inviting.
On the ferry boat window. The Caribbean Sea’s feeble attempt at concealing her radiance.