My journal of big words and pretty pictures
He is an angular man, obtuse with a straight-edged mentality. Two-dimensional in his scope, wavering neither up nor down. Square-jawed masculinity shades his inner disarray. His flippant tongue has gotten him in trouble more than once. Cutting remarks cannot be dulled by a sharp wit, they still wound. Those piercing eyes follow you everywhere, seeing … Continue reading What’s his angle
I like taking pictures. Hopefully, I can live up to my tagline, and they turn out to be “pretty pictures.” When I’m out rambling around local trails and beaches, for the expressed purpose of trying to capture the natural beauty I see around me, sometimes what I see may not be thought of as beguiling … Continue reading Extraordinary ordinary
When I was a kid in Tennessee, I could spend hours lying out in my backyard cloud gazing, finding a menagerie of creatures among the billowing cirrus and cumulus that scudded across the sky. I'd see elephants, rabbits, horses, even mythical dragons. Since living in Florida, even the creatures I see in the sky are … Continue reading Sky sharks
This pier is at one of the turn-arounds during my morning walks. Sometimes, it's foggy, and it looks like the boardwalk juts out into nothingness. Other mornings, like this one, the sun is shining just right, and there is no better way to start my day. I'm grateful for: 1. Beautiful Florida weather 2. Living in a quiet, … Continue reading Turn-around pier
“Never look backwards or you'll fall down the stairs.” ~ Rudyard Kipling We can't change our past, we can only learn from it. There is nothing accomplished by replaying our mistakes or regrets. We can learn from our "could'ves" and "should'ves." We've got to keep moving forward and up, or all that baggage will paralyze us. … Continue reading Never look back
Live life out loud! That can be hard to do when your entire life has been spent trying to not be the center of attention. When you’ve kept to the shadows, not causing any problems, rarely speaking out, or taking up for myself. I joke that since I’ve crossed the 50-something threshold, I’ve earned my … Continue reading These go to eleven
Thin spiral notebook 