It had been raining most part of the day and my daughters were mad with me.
“Fuck you old man, why Brittany and not Cuba, Miami, Costa del Sol?”
I shrugged not wanting to enter an endless discussion. I can only spend what I have.
Months later they would both admit they had really enjoyed our time together.
I managed to make a shot of this sailboat.
It felt like the last man on earth. Something tiny, so vulnerable.