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Category: St. Augustine Beach
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Ever grateful for the beautiful ocean, the wind and pelicans, for night blooming jasmine off my deck, for the moon and stars, for family and friends I adore, for my health and happiness. Happy Thanksgiving! St. Augustine Beach.
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As Mary Chapin Carpenter sings, Why walk when you can fly? (It's not just for the birds.) Sanderlings, St. Augustine Beach.
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The perfect afternoon at the beach. The perfect thing to do… Get sandy and wet! And later? Have a drink with friends! St. Augustine Beach pier, and Aden playing in the tidal pool and later at the Conch House with friends.…
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Getting a closer look at a large piece of driftwood on the beach, reveals some of its secrets. Can you see the river and the mountains? And a Ram? The interior life of a tree… Anastasia Island State Park, St. Augustine, Florida.…
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On a cloudy afternoon, sometimes, all you have to do is turn a corner for something wonderful and cheering to come your way. The sun pops out and illuminates the clouds over the harbor. A little bit of a rainbow on the way to the beach and then this sunset –…
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After a day of storms, the beach beckons and there's a wedding against the backdrop of the green water under a canopy of clouds. Meanwhile… Life goes on- surfers surf, and birds scamper for their food, while folks walk or ride their bikes or swim, oblivious to the special moment…
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When our lives become more outward, for whatever reason, we get really busy or find a new friend or become a grandparent or a parent, then there is less time to ponder our inner world. This is not bad or good, it just is! So long as we enjoy the cacophony…
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This morning person in training caught the sun rising. Footprints sinking into oblivion. Leave nothing behind… St. Augustine Beach, sunrise and sandpipers, August 6th, 2015.
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At the end of the day. The end of a world. The end of a life. Doors close. Chapters end. And then it begins again. The sea oats going by will be back in the spring. The sun that sets rises again. The mystery is solved in…
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Standing in line at the Winn Dixie one morning, someone said something that stayed with me… It went something like this in response to another person apologizing for taking so long… If I was in a hurry, I would have gotten here earlier… I liked that. Once in awhile, we do…
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