A couple of months ago I wrote an entry entitled “Snow Monster” about my love of the icy slopes.  Now don’t get me wrong.  I still love the icy slopes, but I can also turn into a sea monster.  A big mean sea monster….

Nah, I’m totally kidding.  Coming to the Cayman Islands every year, the real action is under the surface.  It is a beautiful island, but really when you look at the coral reefs, that’s where the action is.

That’s where this sea monster dwells:

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I’m a hungry frigate.  Please feed me:

No, this is not a photograph representing the passage of time or the fading of our memories.

My lens fogged up and I kept hoping it would clear up.  I pressed the shutter a couple of times and actually liked one of the results:

I’ll admit.  I’m a documentary watcher.  That doesn’t make me any better than anyone else.  I mean I watch the Real Housewives of (any place) and a lot of other low quality programming.  Why did they cancel America’s Next Top Model????

But getting back to the point, movie-wise, I’m a documentary type of girl.  My favorite documentary is one by Ken Burns about the Statue of Liberty.  NERD.  Yeah.  It tells the story about the statue itself and discusses questions of freedom.

The whole thing is narrated by Jeremy Irons, who has as pleasant a voice as I have ever heard.  At one point he discusses how Frederick August Bartholdi chooses what he calls “the admirable spot” for his “American,” Bedlow’s island in New York harbor that had once been home to an insane asylum.

Well, I have my own admirable spot that I revisit every year when I go to the Cayman Islands.  It is not in New York harbor and does not feature an insane asylum and I doubt that it perhaps once did.  My admirable spot is called Smith Cove that features warm water, fish and a coral reef.  I have to admit that the Cayman Islands have spoiled me with the warm water every time in every beach.  The views underwater.

Let’s check out the admirable spot:

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But it shall rise again of course:

I always like to refer to myself as living in a cave.  It gives me a sort of a mysterious air…

Here’s a piece of advice.  If you get the chance to visit a cave, visit that cave.  Last year I visited some lovely caves in New Hampshire and the Cayman Islands in an effort to keep pace with New Hampshire in the cave game have opened their own caves.

These are stalagmite and stalactite caves, as opposed to the purely rock type of formation caves that I visited before.  The stalagmite and stalactite caves always remind me of some kind of gothic cathedral with a lot of rib vaults.  Yup.  I said rib vaults.

The cave was full of bats.  Hideous little critters, I gotta tell you.

No bats made it into the photos, thanks god:

Either one is fine:

The eye must travel, as Diana Vreeland said and Boston Fashion File, keeping its keen eye on worldwide fashion trends does follow Mrs. Vreeland’s edict.  Boston Fashion File has traveled to such exotic locales as Providence, Rhode Island and Stowe, Vermont but today, its taking its furthest trip, a trip south, no less.

Boston Fashion File is turning its attention to the Cayman Islands for it is known for its fashionable residents.  Nah, I’m totally kidding.  I’m down here for my annual break from teenagers, weird weather, gallons of Dunkin Donuts coffee, the green line, grammar books and apartments with showers that just kind of work.

Yesterday (when I got here) there was the annual Cayman carnival parade, featuring very inebriated people wearing very little clothes.  It was great fun, loud, if not a little slow paced.

Shall we have a look at the festivities???

No one is too old to love the circus or Hello Kitty for that matter.  Tonight I confessed my long standing love of Hello Kitty to my Japanese friend.  I told her that after age 10, it isn’t cool to like Hello Kitty anymore, but I’ve always secretly loved her.

Nobody is too old to love the circus either:

Anytime you get a lot of things in a photo, you get a good photo.  One of my rules of good photography: