Finally, the time of relaxation had reached it's end. Muscles needed to be stretched, fresh air must be inhaled. I preferred salty air.
So we went. The sun was hidden behind clouds, the sky was slightly pink, but would not succumb to the color completely. We rediscovered an old nook and traversed the spotted shoreline. The crackle of coral and rock was heard with each footstep; silhouettes of boats were on the horizon. The air was balmy: the place almost desolate.
Water gently lapped the rocks. The sky could be seen in the waters. We took pictures, we laughed, we talked. Fresh air and conversation did us good.
I stumbled through photography and found myself in dire need of practice. While attempting to keep my camera in the aperture setting, I made many a fax pas in the DSLR world. Aperture was too low for the landscape shots, and didn't even attempt any macro pictures.
However, I know I shall return to this spot again; we already planning a day, when Nathan comes back from college. A picnic of some sort. Or an afternoon ramble. Just to return, and take more pictures, and enjoy the dalmatian shoreline and salty air.
We stopped by a shopping area and took some pictures, but did not enter very many stores because of the price tags. Still, I enjoyed window shopping and meandering through the pretty setting.