Today was my last morning in Krk, and after my morning cappuccino in the harbour I found those two buoys absorbed in their tête-à-tête, but closely guarded by the port entrance light house.
The drive home was not so much fun then (Carl: my inner trucker seems to be miles away), but coming home was a joy. Relaxed (and somewhat deprived from, say, a fast internet connection) it is of course easy to indulge in things that were just commonplace before the holidays. Tomorrow I will have a look at the backlog of too many unread posts.
A beautiful scene. I like the soft pastel of the water.