~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!!
I was taking my daily evening walk around the neighborhood, and I couldn’t help but notice that the open lot on my route was pretty void of any children playing pick-up games like kickball and Wiffle ball this summer.
I enjoy watching them play as I round the bend, unconsciously slowing down to do so.
Sometimes I think about actually kicking their big shiny balls as they get past them at their make-shift home plate, but fear it might result in me actually having to sprint to first base.
What would happen if I slipped in the grass and fell?
The dignified thing to do would be to laugh with them and then go home and cry as I break out the ice packs and Tylenol…oh, but it is so tempting-that urge to recapture some of the best times in our lives; childhood.
I’ll continue to save the sprinting to the younger generation, but I’ll keep my camera handy.
It’s so easy capturing their images because they live life naturally without a fear of looking or doing something foolish.
If they throw a wild pitch the only thing they worry about is getting it as fast as they can to the base the nearest runner is going for.
If it succeeds in an out, the pitcher meant to throw the wild pitch, if it doesn’t, they all laugh at how crazy the pitch was.
It’s like even though they are young in age, they know how short life is, so why sweat the same things that will be forgotten tomorrow.
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