on this thanksgiving
walking to a beach sunrise
clear headed - wide eyed… 🦊❤️
Happy Thanksgiving to all! A great day to reflect on what we have, what we can do and also on the things that we have learned not to do… Cheers! 🦊❤️
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823. a sticky thanksgiving surprise
sixteen pounds of yum
ocean city’s are the best
sticky buns galore 🦊❤️
Yesterday I received a Thanksgiving surprise delivery. It was two, 8 pound boxes of delicious sticky buns from a good friend. They are from a bakery in my favorite shore town, Ocean City, NJ. I now have some delicious Thanksgiving treats to share with family, friends and neighbors over the holiday. Thanksgiving is for sharing the wealth of gratitude, - and the sticky buns!!!! 🦊❤️
821. perspective (get a grip)
such angst and worry
such scrambling to save the world
such a sunny day 🦊❤️
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such a messy world
such divisiveness and strife
such a sunny day 🦊❤️
•••
omg what next?
omg the end is near!
omg… the sun… 🦊❤️
Our home is less than the size of an atom spinning around a star that is 93,000,000 miles away from us and we can still feel its warmth. WOW!!!! We seriously overestimate our importance to and control over the larger scheme of things. More importantly, we seriously overestimate the importance and impact of the “inconveniences” of living life that we face as we spin around in endless space. Perspective is important to living a grateful life. 🦊❤️
820. life unfolds (when you least expect it)
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such a lonely scene
enter right… two figures
then exit left… gone! 🦊❤️
I had no photograph for today’s post. So as I walked back to my car after enjoying dinner out, I hoped to capture a moment to shoot. I saw this small window at the top of a wall on an empty side street. A lit globe light could be seen in the window. “What a strange, lonely feel.”, I thought. I snapped the shot then… the moment unfolded right before my eyes. Snap, snap, snap, snap! 🦊❤️
819. old school
stones rounded by hand
chisel, strong back and sharp eyes
they call it “old school” 🦊❤️
My Grandfather Pete was a stonemason who was born in Italy. I remember him squatting on his haunches, bent over and holding heavy stones in one hand and his stone cutting hammer in the other as he chipped the stones into the required shapes. Despite his craftsman skills, he supported his family by working in a coal mine when safety was not a consideration. He did what he had to do. He was “old school” in many ways. 🦊❤️
818. penny for your thoughts
as i walk away
i look back at you looking
penny for your thoughts… 🦊❤️
When I walk into the trails I sigh a sense of relief when I spot Tommy walking my way. I think, “YES! Tommy’s still here…” When it’s time for me to continue to move on I always look back at Tommy to make sure he is not following me. I often wonder what goes through his mind… 🦊❤️
817. the night plays tricks on you
deep in the dark woods
unexpected faces smile
then laugh when i jump! 🦊❤️
I spent most of the overnight in the woods as my son Kevin did a long training run through the night. As the night goes on and the mind drifts, the woods are full of pranks and tricks to get your attention. Boo! 🦊❤️
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