wild, open space {sailing part four}

After visiting Hurricane Island, we anchored in a little secluded cove for the night. Before dinner, Olivia and I motored around the cove in the dingy, pursuing ducks trying to get their picture. We chased them around for a while, but whenever you get close, the little ones who don't fly duck under the water, and the adults fly away. I managed to get a couple pictures while the babies were going under, but it really just looks like spazy splashing. 

{I painted my nails yellow, then made a little bee on the thumb}

gimme sympathy — metric