Who could resist a daily walk among the wildflowers? Would such a life be worth living? And to leave the camera behind, would it not be a crime? So many days fly by that I have not visited my garden. The time passes so quickly, from the blizzards of last winter to the 100-degree days of June. Here we are again, summer already.

Every once in a while, the stars align just right, allowing hard-working families the opportunity to enjoy nature on a weekend free from work. This weekend, the stars did just that. And the people of Virginia Beach played in the snow.

“What you’re reading is not self pity. And it’s not apathy. It’s realization and determination. It’s the dynamite going off under my butt that has me forging ahead.”

“before you know it, they were enmeshed in my story about my greyhound India chasing pelicans down the shoreline at Chick’s beach. I could tell they were imagining her running alongside those birds.”

“I guess, I just got really tired of being stuck. And maybe I realized that no one was going to give me what I want out of this life. I’m the only one that can make my goals become a reality.”

The endless days of gray make it hard on the dogs, too. Our dogs are spoiled and don’t like the rain falling on them, so to put them outside to potty, you’d think life had come to an end. The howling!

I expect this blog will entertain a menagerie of my ideas and interests, including photography, poetry, and literature, maybe a bit of culture and politics, and just a smidgeon of sociology.