Six Weeks with Shelby Chapter 33
Sound asleep in the camp’s front bedroom.
Shelby in the morning was really a special woman..
Well, maybe she is not always so special as I thought. Just joking.
Every woman needs to wake up like Shelby does.
I could not take a bad photo during this time in Grand Isle. But our trip and adventure was almost over, and I knew I would miss her terribly. We had such a wonderful time.
Shelby on our first morning at Grand Isle, Louisiana.
Playful and fun, flirtatious and happy, Shelby had certainly had a good time.
A little deviousness while we were eating breakfast.
Shot by Shelby: A portrait of me on that second to last day came out fairly well.
Shot by Shelby: Mourning doves were all over the electric wires outside the camp.
Starting her seagull chase.
Waiting for breakfast, and getting ready for the day, we were both excited by the prospects of further exploring the island.
Shot by Shelby: We wandered out onto the dunes, and Shelby caught me being goofy.
Now this was the flirtatious Shelby at her best.
Shot by Shelby: We could tell winter had begun. The flowers of every plant were putting out their seeds.
Even with the sun in her eyes, Shelby could make good eye contact with the camera.
Shot by Shelby: I was checking out the photos I took, and Shelby evidently saw the long shadows and caught this surprise photo.
We leisurely toured the island. We both knew our journey was close to an end.
Weeds lit by the late afternoon at Grand Isle.
Shelby got her stitches out the day before she left for Daytona.
Shelby chasing the seagulls from the dock.