I learned a peach cobbler short cut during this visit and about pureeing the celery for stuffing... both excellent kitchen tips.
Cousin time:
Irony everywhere... even in hindsight.
The Decade Challenge: November 2009
Following a successful football season, we planned for more family time and togetherness. My brother and sister in law opened up their lovely home and hosted us for Thanksgiving.
I learned a peach cobbler short cut during this visit and about pureeing the celery for stuffing... both excellent kitchen tips.
Cousin time:
Irony everywhere... even in hindsight.
I learned a peach cobbler short cut during this visit and about pureeing the celery for stuffing... both excellent kitchen tips.
Cousin time:
Irony everywhere... even in hindsight.
The Decade Challenge: October 2009
When was October not for football? Whenever it was for the fair instead. This was a year where greater effort to connect with both sides of the family was made. Those were always good years, until they weren't or someone ended up "dead " to the other (not really dead... only "dead to" each other while little dramas blew over. )
Still... we focus on the good, the lovely. It is a choice... absolutely... and essential.
I don't have the attention span required to enjoy a full football game- just clue me in during the last two minutes of the 4th quarter and let me see how it ends. Until then, I like to find stories through my lens.
I always wonder what he did:
This fella also looks for the story through his lens:
And another trip to Fernandina... working up momentum to move there, I bet...
Only a few more stops along the way and we would write a chapter there to never forget.
I don't include archived kisses out of wistfulness, instead as accurate memory- the good with the bad, unflinching at the facts... sometimes, it was easy enough to believe...
Everything changes - Sandy Bottoms no longer exists... in its place now, The Sandbar
Still... we focus on the good, the lovely. It is a choice... absolutely... and essential.
I don't have the attention span required to enjoy a full football game- just clue me in during the last two minutes of the 4th quarter and let me see how it ends. Until then, I like to find stories through my lens.
I always wonder what he did:
This fella also looks for the story through his lens:
And another trip to Fernandina... working up momentum to move there, I bet...
Only a few more stops along the way and we would write a chapter there to never forget.
I don't include archived kisses out of wistfulness, instead as accurate memory- the good with the bad, unflinching at the facts... sometimes, it was easy enough to believe...
Everything changes - Sandy Bottoms no longer exists... in its place now, The Sandbar
The Decade Challenge: August 2009
August's archives are scant, too. And I know why - I remember me then... I was more fully present in those moments. Phones didn't work as well out on the islands, and using them as cameras full time was still a while away. We built sandcastles and combed the beach for horseshoe crabs, we visited friends and spent a lot of time outside. We went to the tiny Gullah library housed inside the elementary school and drove into downtown from time to time.
This has always been one of my favorite photos because it reminds me of the little blue boats I used to love to ride at SixFlags as a child. It only needs a bell.
I miss early morning beach walks. One morning, just before the sun rose, I heard a sound in the water. I had been watching one spot in the clouds for the sun to break for what felt like an eternity, but the sound caused me to look away. It was in that exact moment, of course, the clouds were finally pierced through by the pink gold glow of sunrise. But the sound had been a shark. The first one I've ever seen 'in the wild' not attached to a fishing line or being bludgeoned to death with a hammer. It has always stuck with me how the shark was cutting across the tidelines, instead of swimming parallel in the way we most often see them depicted.
The back river was another place I would see a shark in the water. Our friends from church had us over and took us out on their boat. I had never thought of sharks living anywhere besides the ocean floor. Turns out they're everywhere...sometimes even on land.
Long before adult coloring books became a trend, my inner child has been given free reign to surface and remind me how to play. This castle was one of those times...
Whether sharks or sunrises, each new day holds a story worth looking for. I didn't miss the sunrise that morning, I was just slightly delayed. Delays can add depth to my story, let me not forget.
This has always been one of my favorite photos because it reminds me of the little blue boats I used to love to ride at SixFlags as a child. It only needs a bell.
I miss early morning beach walks. One morning, just before the sun rose, I heard a sound in the water. I had been watching one spot in the clouds for the sun to break for what felt like an eternity, but the sound caused me to look away. It was in that exact moment, of course, the clouds were finally pierced through by the pink gold glow of sunrise. But the sound had been a shark. The first one I've ever seen 'in the wild' not attached to a fishing line or being bludgeoned to death with a hammer. It has always stuck with me how the shark was cutting across the tidelines, instead of swimming parallel in the way we most often see them depicted.
The back river was another place I would see a shark in the water. Our friends from church had us over and took us out on their boat. I had never thought of sharks living anywhere besides the ocean floor. Turns out they're everywhere...sometimes even on land.
Long before adult coloring books became a trend, my inner child has been given free reign to surface and remind me how to play. This castle was one of those times...
Whether sharks or sunrises, each new day holds a story worth looking for. I didn't miss the sunrise that morning, I was just slightly delayed. Delays can add depth to my story, let me not forget.
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