|Note the chain on this fellow…. Then Wayne noticed it
wasn’t connected to anything on the other end! From there,
opted to give them a wider berth!
We wandered along a ridge trail overlooking a dramatic view of the Atlantic Ocean in North Guadaloupe. The waves crashed and spewed…. And we saw… steer, sharing the trail, doing what steer do.
|As we looked over this ridge, the steer was not far behind us.
Photos do not adequately capture the power of the pounding
surf. This was well worth a road trip to see.
Normally, it’s goats we encounter out and about. And chickens. He doesn’t understand why I take pictures of them, either.
Wayne doesn’t understand why I feel compelled to photograph these fellows. To me, it’s just to share a slice of life, common here, but very different from what we’d expect in the U.S.
Readers, what do you want to see?
To my husband’s exasperation, I will still likely want and try to capture these; it’s just a question of what to post here.