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Sunset to Sunrise, Nothing Changes on the Way to Crow Hill, but Pretty Soon, Everything’s Different

I surface here on the blog once in the proverbial great while, after some jaunt to faraway lands where I share giant photos and wax rhapsodic about vistas, views, and visits. Back to Scotland for the first time since 2016, Edinburgh has only grown on me as a place I hope to be: lovely fresh grass scents, cozy bookshops, cheerful profanity in rolling, barely understandable brogues. 5 days of rain for a 7 day trip, the sun comes out on the last full morning, and I hoof it through brick paver streets, wheel my way around the King’s beloved Holyrood Palace, and up the trail on Arthur’s Seat to a glorious sunrise. As I tell my dwindled audience or whomever happens upon my blogposts: find your way there once in your life for a blissful bout of happiness.

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Hard To Feel Oppressed With All This Color About

Sure, they used to hang folks from the gallows here in Grassmarket Square. All that remains today, however, is the brightly colored social center of Edinburgh, with luscious pubs, fabulous and diverse food, and boutique shops for cheese, antique maps & books, clothing, and 16th century structures repurposed as entertainment venues.  Love it!

The Road To A Saban Sunrise Is Paved With Rolling Intentions

Morning Light Over Statia, Saba, Dutch Caribbean
Morning Light Over Statia, Saba, Dutch Caribbean

Wherever You Go, There You Be

I encourage everyone to dig back in the blog archives if you haven’t been following the blog on any regular basis; there’s lots of fun and beautiful pictures of Saba from many perspectives. Interesting to me is that all the sunrises have a different character about them to the point where they become a repeat subject, but I can’t help it; they’re gorgeous to me.

Brother and I dived this morning, and he did his first deep dive, saw his first reef shark and anemone. In the evening, we had pizza at Guido’s in Windwardside for Valentine’s Day din-din, shared with Andrew, a talented underwater photographer and Olly, two of our Sea Saba dive instructor pals, talking about diving, photography, music, and women to the pleasant fizz of El Presidente beer. The walk home was a night full of stars and a bladed crescent moon nestled in a shroud of glowing clouds. Not a bad day on this blissfully quiet island.