A little blue memorial for all lives lost,
on the ground, in the air and at sea.
May we find peaceful solutions to complicated conflicts
so that we never have to ask the ultimate sacrifice of our women and men in uniform.
St. Augustine Beach.
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The schooner Freedom, that is.
(We do enjoy a great deal of freedom in America,
and vigilance will ensure those freedoms don't shrink.)
America, the beacon of Democracy, needs to humble herself to reclaim that title.
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Waiting for the bridge to open and close again,
admiring the landscaping
in the land of flowers.
Oh, the flowers are closer on the other side?
Of course!
Bridge = water = boats = openings and closings = waiting = breathing = equals getting out the phone = click = click.
Then off again to wherever it is we are going.
St. Augustine, Bridge of Lions.
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First love.
Second love.
Last Love.
True love.
We are both mother and child,
when it comes to love.
Round statue in Budapest, Hungary.
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Good morning, Glory!
A quickie from the archives, May 2012.
Wild Morning Glory climbing on my deck!
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And we walk together on the beach like old friends.
Shadows, yours and mine! St. Augustine Beach.
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Some days you feel dreamy lazy and what you really want to do
is kick up your feet and pick up that magazine or book that you started
and dream on.
There are plenty of other things that you really want to do,
but a dreamy lazy hour or two is just what you need.
Hello hammock!!
Lazy Sunday afternoon, St. Augustine.
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Our little dunes are flowering again.
Sandy soil, sunshine, salty breezes…
Some of us thrive under these conditions!
St. Augustine Beach, Florida.
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Spiders and webs, what a brilliant idea!
How did Mother Nature come up with these things?
This spider is so curious that it is difficult to discern its head from its toe.
There are so many secrets in life to unravel, it's astonishing.
Reprinted from Laine's Blog, April, 2012.
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Lilies in the churchyard,
behind a locked gate.
What is it that we are really afraid of?
So many locked doors.
St. Augustine flowers.
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