Ed and Donna arrived Wednesday. The daylight waned and those Baja pastels came out.

The tide was low as the moon was waning toward new moon.

Ramona got ready to take a picture.

We all had dinner under the veranda that night.

In the morning, the Christmastime sunrises were exceptional, as usual. Is that contradictory?

Ed and I went fishing, while Donna and Cathy painted the outhouse.