1907. white sycamore

 

never have i seen

a sycamore so so white

disappears in the snow 🦊❤️

  

As we sauntered around Cape May at dusk, I was struck by the whiteness of a Sycamore tree that stands near “Our Lady of the Sea” Catholic Church.  It is as white as the soul of a newly Baptized baby. 🦊❤️

1906. white unicorn

 

way up a white wall

a window to a white room

and white unicorn 🦊❤️

We are at Cape May for the weekend to see the annual Christmas Parade. There are tons of people here - a real zoo of sorts. We even saw a unicorn at the zoo.  🦊❤️

1905. “baby it’s cold outside”

on this frigid night

warm christmas lights looking out

at their cold cousins 🦊❤️

When the nights are cold, there is no place like a warm home. Gratitude… 🦊❤️

1904. triggering imagination

right there in plain sight

a mysterious portal

to jules verne’s classic 🦊❤️

 I got out of my car and was immediately taken in by a ring of ice that had formed above a depression in the blacktop of a parking lot in need of repair. My mind flashed back to the original “Journey To The Center of the Earth” from the 1950’s. I stood there looking into the “blackness”  at the center of the ice ring and I imagined all of the wonders at the earth’s core as portrayed in the movie.  I even saw Pat Boone… 🦊❤️

1903. what would dick tracy say??

me looking at her

and her looking up at me

in my corner box 🦊❤️

 Every so often it dawns in me how amazing some of our modern day inventions are - real Dick Tracy level stuff. And then every so often I yearn for those old Dick Tracy days when today’s inventions were only comic book fantasies. 🦊❤️

1902. barbershop dog

in between his naps

the barbershop dog takes time

to soak up some d’s 🦊❤️

As I was sitting in the barber chair, I watched the barber’s drowsy old Pit Bull Clansey, move from spot to spot in the shop to nap. He finally got up and walked to the door and soaked in some vitamin D from the bright sun. Then… he went to a new spot and took a another nap. 🦊❤️ 

1901. perfect compliment

 

this grey, rainy morn

a ghostly white sycamore

seems to be just right 🦊❤️

Rainy grey days have a way of revealing tree’s many personalities. That was especially the case with this old Sycamore tree.  🦊❤️