Photo Analysis:
Reel Spinning ~ Check
Fingers pulled back out of harms way ~ Check
(yes, I learned that lesson the hard *WHACK* way)
(Ok…a couple of times)
Line into the backing ~ Check
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Bonefish On!
Until last month, my beach combing experiences have been limited to the Oregon and California coast. That means for the whole of my life, finding a non-broken seashell was considered a major treasure score. If it was a non-broken seashell bigger than my thumbnail…well, stop the presses and behold the most amazing seashell..ever.
So imagine me, deprived of ever finding a seashell whole enough or big enough to hear the waves in, on South Andros Island, suddenly surrounded by mountains of big beautiful seashells. It made me want to box all those conch shells up, ship them to the Oregon coast and each night I could cruise up and down the beaches dropping a bit of seashell awesomeness along the way for kids to find in the morning.
I think that would be way better than the Easter bunny.
Over on the Outdoor Blogger Network I prompted the Outdoor Blogging community to share their favorite four legged friend this week for a Photo Challenge. I figured it was about time I stopped working so much and joined in the fun.
Bandon the ever watchful as a Fish is brought in
Typically I refer to my golden retriever as “Bandon The Bashful” but I’m convinced she’s currently miffed at me which has inspired the “Resentful” reclassification.
Just like any red blooded female, she can hold a grudge and I have no doubt she’s holding one against me still, for ditching her on my recent Yellowstone trip.
That’s right, I left her home like a mean, inhumane dog owner. I know, I know, you don’t have to say it. That act of outdoor abandonment was the lowest of lows.
I plan on making it up to her this weekend by letting her chase fish at my feet and dirty up my FishCruiser with weeds and mud. Hopefully by next year she’ll forgive, but I doubt she’ll ever forget…
I’ve spruced up the ‘About Rebecca’ page with a visual explanation of that Outdooress chick. Since my blog entry count has been sparse lately, I thought I’d share it out here as well, front and center. (I’ll take any bonus points I can get)
If you get a chance, head over to Animoto and do a little photo mixing yourself.
I promise…it’s less painful than a Zebra Midge through the lip ~
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