My journal of big words and pretty pictures
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
The drawer stuck. It was either from being overstuffed with junk, or the Georgia humidity warped the wood. Either way, Reagan unleashed a week’s worth of frustration on the poor handle trying to force it open. Alerted to her struggle by a string of random swear words, Kevin came into the kitchen just in time … Continue reading A box of memories
Every edge fraying Coming apart at the seams So many pieces
Rotary dial phone 8-tracks, black and white TV Kids today, so spoiled
Sometimes a violin case is just a violin case. It’s not a holster for a machine gun, lying in wait to be brought out to mow down gangsters and rival thugs. It’s not a spy’s valise, carrying government secrets that if they fall into the wrong hands could topple kings and presidents. It’s not a … Continue reading A case is just a case
Forty pound alarm Blasting at Butt Crack ‘O Dawn There’s no snooze button
Thin spiral notebook 