My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The teenagers took a break from their digging. Using the old shovels they took from their grandpa’s tool shed as levers, they climbed out of the waist-deep hole. They tossed the shovels across mounds of loose dirt, then found shade under a spreading oak. Sprawling out on the soft grass, Joss pulled his dusty T-shirt … Continue reading Gone fishin’
Standing at the entrance to the forest, hands clasped, fingers intertwined, they both look straight ahead trying to see through the canopy to the other side. He feels her heat radiating against his arm, and she wills her heart to beat in rhythm with his. Across the threshold lies their freedom, all they need do … Continue reading Into the woods
This weekend, I invited a friend to join me on a drive out to Seaside. For movie trivia buffs, Seaside is the actual cottage community in Northwest Gulf Coast Florida where "The Truman Show" was filmed. It really does look like a movie backdrop. Our intention was to hike around Grayton Beach, then check out … Continue reading The Truman Show
I'm the kid who has this habit of dreaming Sometimes gets me in trouble too But the truth is I could no more stop dreaming Than I could make them all come true ~ "The Kid," lyrics by David Wilcox Every Saturday, it is my habit to go on a solitary photo hike. This weekly … Continue reading The habit of dreaming
Run aground, stranded Lost bearings, left high and dry A three-hour tour NaBloPoMo 8/30
In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.” ~ Hans Nouwens I will follow you to the ends of the earth... Or the end of the fishing pier, whichever is shorter. Look at all those broken shells on the beach, I might cut my foot. Flip-flops? I … Continue reading I will follow you
Thin spiral notebook 