Three years in paradice. ” Bread and sand”

Just two and a half weeks and it begins to get lighter. Winter is a tough time to get through and I can understand why people head south in the winter. In 1973-4-5 I spent winters in St Barths. It was a different place in those days and we camped on the beach. There where very few cars. We walked every where. There are seven beautiful beaches there, we lived on one, St Jean, the rest we walked to. One of the great things was we had no newspapers magazines TV cell phones or computers. Once in awhile we would get a Time magazine from a tourist and find out what strange things where taking place in the world. It is a changed Island now, a hide out for the super wealthy and the harbor is full mega yachts. I did a lot of earth works there as it was not conducive for painting.

My beautiful picture
My beautiful picture
My beautiful picture

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