I had returned from a visit to the dentist on Christmas Island – not recommended for asthmatics. I returned with a full blown asthma attack.
In the meantime, Bob had continued working on Gratis.
Well at last, the wind having died, there was time for a little more photography upon Direction Island.
We just loved these little critters.
Coconuts sprouted from massive round seeds laying upon the shoreline.
Beneath the ferry’s pontoon
small crabs scuttled hither and thither,
whilst beneath the water, rocks shimmered.
Occasionally, a small lump stuck its head out of the shallows.
Under the cooling canopy, the filtered light created a cocooning effect.
Out in the anchorage, Gratis rested upon the calm waters.