No one gets near my sweet pea ususally but while we were on holiday in Cuba he let it all hang out. A very conservative, gentille sort, he allowed me to snap this one of him being "LOVED UP" by the local ladies. It is weird to spend this kind of time with each other as our lives are normally so work and family focused that we forget how to just have fun. Simple stuff sometimes seems so difficult to acheive.

This is in Old Havana, Cuba. A holiday that Canadians can afford and one I would recommend.

Be sure to befriend a local and you will see alot of the country side from the inside of a 1950's Lada.

This is the life. This is what I flog my ass for year after year. No more working for the kids, the relatives, the pension.

I want to live by the beach, Pina Colada in one hand and sketch pad in the other.

I want to run around in my bare feet, wear shorts and a tank top, get up when I wake up and eat when I'm hungry.

I want to be inspired by the life around me, not suffocated by it.

I want to have enough to live on and not so much that it consumes me.

In short, I'm getting older and wiser and less ambitious with every passing day.