morning acquaintances…

Every morning, as I sat on my lounge chair, camera in my lap, sipping the steaming latte in my hands, I would watch as the morning rituals occurred.  There were people who lived there who had their rituals, probably carried on for decades, if not generations.  There were visitors to the island, like me, who would walk the beach, enjoying the fragrance, the sounds, the freedom of the environment.  Like me, this was probably a special treat for them as well.

Two of my regular acquaintances, every morning, were the Mama dog and her baby.  Every morning they would come from around the trees to the left of the resort and play in the sand just below the restaurant.  I suspect they enjoyed the aromas wafting from kitchen and the possibility of scraps made it a favorable place to play.

For a week, they allowed me to share this space with them.  The puppy was oblivious to me and was alway busy with her mom, playing, nipping, jumping and always scratching her ears with her back leg.

The Mama was attentive to her child, but always and ever watchful of this stranger in the lounge chair.