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.


3 thoughts on “Sailboat”

  1. A heavenly-looking picture. I’m glad that everyone was able to admit, in the end, that they had a good time.

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