So I’m still thinking about snorkeling in Grand Cayman this October. Since homeland to me refers to an archipelago of more than seven thousand islands, which is more islands than the entire Caribbean, you’d think I wouldn’t be this excited about the prospect of a few hours of snorkeling. But I’m a victim of flashy, colorful tourism ads that claim you haven’t really snorkeled until you’ve snorkeled in Grand Cayman. The brainwashing is so complete that it’s managed to blur traumatic childhood memories involving deep blue waters and Jacques Cousteau. (Someday my brother will stop thinking of me as a goldfish mass murderer.)

Plus, I really do love the water. And I love swimming around fish. Just don’t ask me to touch them. Or ask them to touch me. Else I’ll start making crying noises underwater and make like I’m trying to shake them off of me. Trust me, I speak from experience.

Anyway. I thought I should maybe get to downloading some pictures from last year’s Caribbean trip before I embark on the next one. Besides, my poor husband has been asking to see just one photo – any photo – from our trip for months now. As I’m viewing them, I’m asking myself why I haven’t upgraded from my measly 1.3 megapixel point-and-shoot camera (Google’s translation plug-in just volunteered the fact that “measly” is ridiculo in Spanish. How apt.) It’s embarrassing how other people’s cell phones have better resolution. I suspect my six-year-old niece can sketch with higher resolution. It’s really sad. And ridiculous.

It’s a good thing I like taking pictures of sunsets and waves and clouds and random kids. Because not even 1.3 megapixels can hide the natural beauty of, well, nature.

Or maybe my eyesight is going and these look pretty only to me. Just in case, I’ll only post a few of them. Here’s a bunch that I like. The rest I’ll put in here for safekeeping.

I think I like clouds. A lot.