July 3, 2013

It slipped through my hands.


Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore, Michigan, July 1961. My hat keeps me protected while I continue the search for beach treasures.

2 comments:

edutcher said...

You must have been a very tractable child.

Even though she's very sun-sensitive, her mother couldn't get The Blonde to wear a hat outside for anything.

Irene said...

Ha! Not at all. I am still stubborn and resistant to suggestions.

I wore the hat because there would be a bad consequence if I did not.