It’s always been one of my weaknesses. I have never been able to pass up taking a pretty picture—no matter what the time or the circumstances.
Such was the case last week in Mexico Beach, a tiny, old fashioned enclave on Florida’s Forgotten Coast, renowned for beaches and fishing.
My husband and I were just pulling into town, coming around a bend in the road that revealed countless beach accesses and an endless sweep of sugar sand. The sun was setting over it all, casting a pink hue on the dunes.
I yelled, “Pull over!”
Paul protested that we had been driving seven hours and that he would really like to get to our condo at Waterside Village, but when I started clawing at the windows and foaming at the mouth he swung off the road.
I think the results were worth it. Take a peek and see if you agree.