I Have A Photographic Memory

In an effort to stay true to my calling, (you know, I'm a writer) I thought I would simply paint a picture. This is necessary after a week at the beach, for I have not taken a single meaningful picture all week long.  You see, I have a photographic memory, so I guess there's no need for such formalities!

Imagine a very happy family of four, a tad on the burnt side, but not very bad at all, standing in front of the calm Gulf of Mexico.  Small waves roll in as they've been doing for millions of years or more, crashing on the pristine white, sugar sand beach of L.A. (Lower Alabama)

The four of us are dressed in white.  In the foreground, there's a small dune, with blowing sea oats and sea grass to add hints of green and tan to the blue green back drop of the Gulf.  All of us are smiling for the "picture", as we say in unison, through our smiling teeth, "We'd rather not leave.  Can't we just live here?"

OOPS... The lens cap is on!  Hold still!