Long forgotten letters hidden in a box
Pictures of undying Love in rusted tin and locks
Stashed away from prying eyes up through the attic stairs
Beneath the cobwebs, in the corner, aside a rocking chair
I pick the lock to take a peek at memories on a note
The photograph of you and he fishing on his boat
You looked so sweet in slender youth with ringlets on your head
The way you smiled and turned to him makes me wonder what he said.
The letter here reveals to me the way it must have been
An ever present yearning of the Love you had back then
These little souvenirs of time just prove one thing to me
That Grandpa really loved you nan it’s clearly plain to see
And in your eyes, I see that light shining from your heart
I ponder at what you must feel at being kept apart.
S. L. Davis
~Pawley’s Island, SC
Perfect weather here for the holiday. I can tell because the air’s been running all morning, not because I’m actually out enjoying it.
I’d like to be, but sadly, my father is incapable of getting around on his own and the effort to get him there would be too strenuous on both of us. I’m happy that I did actually get him to the beach before he lost both the ability to get around and the ability to enjoy it.
He wasn’t really interested in any kind of photo op though. LOL
As a matter of fact, I had a hard time taking any pictures because he insisted walking on without me and so did our dog cha-cha.
At one point I had to try and take pictures while holding onto the leash.
My father had decided that he couldn’t remember what was attached to the other end of the thick red rope he had in his hand. 🙂
Cha-cha wasn’t impressed either.
It was a beautiful January day; not too cold, not too windy, and the sunset was a stunning one. Too bad I only had my camera phone that day.
©Susan L Davis and For the Love of Images , 2005-2013
This is the first sight I saw after stepping onto the new boardwalk for the first time.
It was completed just months earlier and it is spectacular. There’s talk of adding even more to the 1 mile stretch that exists now. I hope it happens.
The last picture is of their new sky wheel. I haven’t braved it yet. It’s really large and all glass. I will soon though. Would make a nice date night.
Everyone, enjoy yourselves. Be safe! And let’s see those holiday pictures!!
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– photograph of Penn’s Landing, Philadelphia, PA
Discovery is much more than discovering distant new lands or experiencing something new for the very first time.
Often times, it’s about seeing the same things in a different way.
Like when you’ve been away for a long time from someplace familiar and on your return, everything seems different. Maybe it’s the same, but your view of it is different than any other view you’ve seen before.
Usually, it’s the normal bustle of activity that catches you in its grip, tossing you in the secure and familiar patterns you’re accustomed to; but on the day you rediscover it, it’s a serene back-lit oasis with softly fallen snow devoid of its usual flurry of activity.
That’s when you discover the peace that’s always been there just below the surface.
It’s the view that will always come to mind even when the beauty of the untouched snow becomes, once again, the cold-trodden soiled slush of a busy morning schedule.
-Jeanie Johnston, Bristol Wharf-Bristol, PA
©Susan L Davis and For the Love of Images
I know nothing about racing’s history. I don’t even know the make, model, or year of this car.
I just happened to have a camera on me the day I ran into this photo op on Darlington St, in Florence S.C., and I liked that the street name ran parallel to the lettering on the car.
I don’t know if the owner of the small museum just next to the lot the car was parked in intentionally did that or not either.
All I know is that when I look at this car now as opposed to the cars of today, I can see that I think this car was made for speed.
Not like the sports cars of today that can actually get to much higher speeds much faster, but burst into a million pieces of shrapnel when hit.
Think about it though.
If you were going to go fast, what kind of car would you rather be in-This monstrosity with literally tons of tempered steel that could knock down the aluminum post it is parked behind without denting its bumper…or
the lightweight engineered tricked out ponies they have on the road today.
I guess if you are going to watch a race with the potential of accidents, you would prefer the latter. Flying fiberglass and car innards make for more drama.
But these cars of yonder years were built to bump, maybe that’s why when it was big, I preferred to watch the junkyard derbies instead of the Indy races.
I wanted to see just how much of a beating these beasts could take before rivets loosened and they actually lost a part.
Not only that…
Recently, I noticed a car that had been keyed and I kid you not, I think the key may have actually scraped through the thin veneer of the car.
Let’s face it. Today’s cars are like driving soda cans. That’s a scary thought for a person like me who likes security.