Riptide Whipped
The lifeguard’s blackboard read, “Riptide. No Swimming.” I stood at the water’s edge and admired how mother nature had whipped up the seafoam to look like free-hand lace tatting.
The lifeguard’s blackboard read, “Riptide. No Swimming.” I stood at the water’s edge and admired how mother nature had whipped up the seafoam to look like free-hand lace tatting.
On account of a recent mishap of my own, I understand how personal items sometimes may be left behind by mistake. This pair of shoes doesn’t appear to be thrown, […]
In photography, much like in sales, it’s a good practice to look behind you for a lead. We arrived in Flamingo, the southern most tip of the Everglades National Park […]
My sister, Snapmamma Leslie, has been busy at work on her new masterpiece. Today she gave birth to a healthy beautiful baby girl. I’m tickled pink. From nearly two-thousand miles […]
The sun sets in the West, so the land edge I was standing on faced south. It wasn’t much of a view. It was, however, the southern most tip of […]
Spanish Moss (Tillandsia usneoides) is neither Spanish, nor a moss, nor a lichen. It’s actually an air plant, in the same family as pineapples. I have read that Native Americans […]