This pelican has quite a mouthful—whimsical sculpture in the children’s garden at Longwood Gardens, PA.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
—-John Masefield “Sea-Fever”
Cape Lookout, NC
Up, Up and Away! We celebrated our birthdays in style in Beaufort, NC. The view from on high is incredible.
“So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.” ~~Robert Frost
It’s a magic window in time to be on the beach before all the world is awake, sharing the golden light with the gulls and the crashing waves.
Going against the grain. Detail of a log cabin at Battleground Military Park in Greensboro, NC. These old logs could tell some stories of days gone by.
Sticky fingers. This little guy (or gal) has been hanging out on our family room window this summer on bug patrol every evening after dark.
In the shadow of Mt. Pilot daydreaming about Andy, Opie, Aunt Bea and Barney who lived in nearby Mayberry. Was life really so much simpler back then?
Parasol lady at an antique car show. Winston Salem, NC. Nice ink, dontcha think? It was as much fun people watching as it was seeing the cars.
It’s a long hot climb to the top of the fire tower at Hanging Rock State Park, but the view is so worth it.
The Need For Speed—Happy 25th Birthday Brian! Lowe’s Motor Speedway, Charlotte, NC.
Twilight Country—Ecola State Park, Oregon. A place of eerie beauty on this cold damp day. A windswept tree emerges from the fog. It’s easy to imagine vampires living here, even when you don’t believe in them.
