


Sunsets sinking in empty, cloudless skies the previous weeks renewed our appreciation for clouds and the orb's nighttime adieu to the sky.
Post-nap: Christopher and his devil's club halo.
Corinna and the beloved New Zealand Macpac tent.
An eerie visit to the privately-owned Bell Island Hot Springs: this place was so recently abandoned that although buildings and boats are in shambles, books remain on the shelves and clothes hang in the guest house closets. The pipe system has fallen to pieces, so the hot springs no longer even feed into the pool.
Christopher passing the teardrop islands of Naha Bay.





