Just Do It

I feel empathy for anyone who longs to try something new. Maybe you've always wanted to be a painter, or maybe, like me a writer. Or maybe you simply want to try a new recipe for cupcakes, one with a dubious ingredient like bacon. Whatever it is, excluding harm to yourself or others, of course,and avoiding damage to somebody's property, naturally, just go do it.



I added habanero peppers to my chocolate chip cookies. Sure they burned my mouth, throat and stomach. Sure I had to get shots to reduce the swelling, and save my life. But hey, I did something. (Never do that by the way, it really hurts.)

I Love the Nightlife, I Love to Boogy

Sometimes I see something just too good to pass up.

Any which way the wind blows

Prevailing wind indicator in Emerald Isle, NC, designed by Mother Nature herself.

And what a lovely warm wind it is.

Sending kites and spirits soaring.

Long and Winding Road

I'm always drawn to this kind of place. Curiosity pulls me onward. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the sense of mystery, of discovering what lies ahead around the bend and through the next doorway, sure some wonderful adventure waits to draw me in, make me laugh.

Hopefully not a zombie hankering to eat my brain.

This is dedicated, to the one I love.

Happy Birthday Staff Support.

You dazzle me.

One Day in May

Our intention was to stop for a couple of pictures at a place of luck and fortune. We found a haven of glory and homage. Sometimes a serendipitous detour rewards with a day of delight.

A home of tradition and grace,

Where beauty parades,

Rose gardens honor warriors,

And knights ride into battle,



On the turf of bravery and courage.

















And champions are wreathed in roses.

One day in May.

Dandy lions

After a cold, dreary, seemingly endless winter, even these are a pleasant sight.

Spring is finally here, at least for today. Yeah!

God Speed

A sad day.

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Rest In Peace, Mom. Farewell for now.

Dance to the Music

I stole this from another blog.



I secretly believe my books do this every night. Sort of like those fairy cobblers who fix shoes left on the doorstep overnight. What can I say. I'm a hopeless romantic.

Reckon Springs A Comin'?

Yep.