You Have a Bug on You

Last night we were headed to the little town of Port Clyde to take a picture at the lighthouse there. It has been an on going thing for my wife and I to take a picture of everyone of our visiting guests in front of the Marshall Point lighthouse. Last night was beautiful, the temperature was just right and the sun was just going down a perfect setting, it was right out of a Maxfield Parrish painting, if it were not for the five thousand mosquitoes that landed on every exposed part of my body. It was a scene right our of a Stephen King novel, with people covered with the little insects. I finally snapped the picture of our friends, and before I lost consciousness from blood lost, we jumped right back into our car. The noise from four people scratching themselves for ten minutes was deafening. I could hardly hear the radio. Well any who, one thing that I have noticed over the course of my like, that there is always something or somebody screwing with my moments of paradise.