I wandered out my door this morning wondering what the heck I was going to photograph today. I walk pretty much the same route time after time after time, and see pretty much the same sights every time.
Then I thought of poor Monet living out in the country with nothing to paint but boring farmland and whatever food happened to be upon his table. At least I had Makena, Wailea and Kihei to work with.
So I did another light study of my haystacks (the ocean shore). I was also blessed with a couple hundred people doing a race through the neighborhood, so I took a couple snaps of them.
What the heck was I worrying about again?
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