Sorry. I had to get out of western Mass for a minute. My dad and stepmom invited me to go camping in the Virgin Islands. My dad has done this for years at the end of a northern winter. Nothing beats a big dose of sun and ozone around late February.
The place is unbelievable. With all the bad things going on, like seas rising, it’s still a stunning place with a great energy. I rested a lot, and I roamed the island like a fever with my camera. The colors were like big insects hitting me on the head. I’d look one way, and bam! I’d look another way, and bam! Bam! I kept getting knocked over by the colors, especially shades of blue.
This is my dad. If you know him, you know why I’m taking his portrait under that sign. Below is my beautiful stepmom.
I was especially intrigued by the architecture, the burial grounds, and the ruins.
There’s a national park on St. John that was donated to the National Park Service by one of the Rockefellers in 1956. Sixty percent of the island is protected.
I read that this is the only U.S. territory where people drive on the left side of the road, although the road is so narrow here where this photo was taken that there’s really no right and no left.
Thank you, St. John, for the sunshine, the rest, the swimming, and all the chances to get sweet photos. I miss you.