My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Warmth is sitting on the beach, any time of the year, soaking up the sunshine, and breathing in the salt air and sea spray. Even on the coldest days, a day by the ocean is comforting. You can feel tension releasing from your body as easily as the tides ebb and flow. Restored by the … Continue reading Warmth of the sun
Perusing my photo library for something to include in my Giving Thanks posts, I looked back to this time last year. It’s been raining here since Friday. Forecasts call for sunny skies the remainder of the week, much like it was last Thanksgiving. This is more like how the weather is supposed to be in … Continue reading Nothing but blue skies
White as driven snow This Frosty won't melt away He is made of sand I'm grateful for: Warm winters Beaches with white, sugar-fine sand Gulf Coast snowmen No cold slush NaBloPloMo 14/30
This wasn’t some passive summer zephyr. No gentle breezes to ruffle our beach blankets, and tease the canvas umbrella. It was a tempest moving quickly towards shore. A broken bar code of rain tumbled headlong across the horizon. Fishing boats struggled through the onslaught of boiling waves, rocking precariously upon the breakers. Frantic schools of … Continue reading Storm clouds
The ghost of the Dread Pirate Roberts hovered over the beach. Buried deep in the dunes, tucked away for centuries, his ill-gotten Spanish doubloons. The imprint from his wooden peg leg, the only part of him still manifested in material world, left a telltale sign of his passing. A trail of uniform dimples across the … Continue reading Treasure map
We are bare framework standing immobile against the elements. Bleached white like the bones of a long dead dinosaur, our roots run deep, anchoring us to the earth. We are a monument to perseverance, endurance, unbending stubbornness. There is beauty in our austerity. Stripped of all outer trappings, we withstand the ages, adversity and tragedy. … Continue reading Monument to time
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