island thyme

went to the island to catch some rays on monday. we compromise. half in the sun, half in the shade. it works.



it takes minutes for a freckle explosion to occur. mere minutes.





totally looked like the other seagulls had buried this guy. i imagine them talking in mob boss accents to him. "so you wanna squeal, see?" he was just hunkered down.



helleeewwww





seriously.



anyone want to look after this guy (and the other one) this weekend? he's real cuddly.