The sky wasn't overcast. Nor was it sunny.
Nor these road barriers.
nor this splintered plank outside a zinc hut.
The coast was still lined with little boats
Its beaches still as deserted.
every one of them
These shells and sea weeds seem not to be bothered at all.
These rushes continue to push from the cracks at the base of eroded rocks
mosses are trying to grow on such surface as they can find
some more successful than others
But I'm sure the occupants of this yacht are glad they can have the sea all to themselves.
In the meantime, the flowers take advantage of the time to showcase their profusion.
There are flowers everywhere.
and tiny flowers at the side of the path.
I like banana leaves. They got such texture.
and these air roots of the bunyan tree.
and these tricolor leaves which look so like flowers.
a close up of some of the leaves.
For others, it's berry time.
I found these flowers outside one of the houses I passed by.
a lone flower
A rose outside another house
and these tiny purple flowers
even some orchids.
this lovely hibiscus!
and these tiny purple and red bells.
Always, I manage to find something to catch my attention on this much neglected island. It shall always be my secret insular hideaway.