Over nine years ago I asked Christa to marry me on Captiva Island.  In case you weren’t sure, she did say YES.  But not before I had burned the tips of my fingers to blisters trying to light seven candles on a very windy beach.  Oh, the best laid plans of mice, or can we just say men.  Even though Hurricane Ivan had his way with the poor island, giving the lush tropics a crude flat-top, he couldn’t blow away even an inch of the tranquil beauty or the soft white sand.

Of course we didn’t have our camera with us for our momentous return.  But I remembered that we did have our Mac in the backpack.

So, vóila!  The built-in camera saves the day.  The temperatures may have dropped a bit from what they were when we arrived in Florida after Christmas, but still–we’re on the beach in January!  And it was nice…