I've been terribly neglectful about sifting through all the pictures I've taken in the last few months. Here are some from a daytrip to Marco Island. A truly beautiful little place. But true to my nature, what I found most fascinating was a delapidated old hotel that was de-roofed by a hurricane...not sure which one.
Coming over the bridge:
The hotel; I debated doing these in b/w but decided against it:
Outside a local bar where, apparently, it is safe to park your golf cart outside as long as you have a mean ass parrot to look after it - and I mean mean, mean ass parrot - feather-assed little bastard:
Inside the little bar...can't remember the name:
Nothing spectacular, but I'm glad I actually
did something. sheesh...