Since I am in a relatively small number of the photos we take on vacation -- I'm frequently the one with the camera, for one thing -- I try to make a self-portrait or two when the setting is right. That was the case on Friday morning, when I suggested we take Bean back to the meditation garden near Swami's. I was wearing the red chamois that had been packed away since we moved to Tucson. The light was diffuse. I was relaxed:Maybe my mellow appearance was the result of a visit to a head shrinker. Actually, the ocean is my therapist.