My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I was silently swearing as I finished up my household chores. I was running late. Today was the day when I make contact with my handler, and if I missed the exchange, lives could be lost. I was going to the thrift store. A location that didn’t draw attention, but with an abundance of places … Continue reading Cover story
Summer beach time... warm, soft sand; hot, lulling sunshine; cool, ocean breezes; invigorating, saltwater; good food; good drinks; great friends; fun conversations; naps... the best kind of Sunday.
“I'm not a teacher: only a fellow-traveller of whom you asked the way. I pointed ahead - ahead of myself as well as you.” ~ George Bernard Shaw
She used to make fun of her dad whenever he’d take their family down all those back country roads during summer vacations. Shunning the heavily trafficked interstates, he would say that the old roads had character, that they were a time capsule of a quieter, slower time. Along the way he would point out various … Continue reading Hey, baby
Occasionally, in the interval between high tide and low tide, natural elements form small pools inside hollows of sand. Wind and sun continue to swirl the captured seawater, carving deeply textured patterns in the bed of the pools. As the sun performs its vanishing act on the water, evaporating it all away before tides change again, these patterns remain. A stark … Continue reading Sand sculpture
I just spent three days in my bathing suit, with 40,000 other half-dressed freaks on the beach at Gulf Shores, drinking overpriced beer, eating lunch truck tacos, and singing and dancing to live performances from about 100 different bands. All in all, it was an outstanding weekend.
Thin spiral notebook 