Sunrise

 

Sharing beauty … because we all need it.

Forever Friends

Lifeguard Stand, North Carolina 2015

I have a friend, a dear friend.  We met online through blogging years ago.  At the time, both our blogs were published through Blogger, which I still kinda like but hate the formatting for photographs.  Anyway, it was an accidental meeting.  In culling for sites to follow I found the name of hers, Seeded Earth, and was intrigued. Clicking through her photography, her words I was completely transfixed.  Photographs of the midwest and prairies – real prairies!  I “followed” her for a long time before commenting on any of her posts, and she posted daily.  First comments were tentative – I was very unsure of myself as a blogger.  She is a master photographer and a true poet.  Over time, however, we began to strike up a camaraderie through our shared love of photography and nature and our comments, which became e-mails, which became phone calls.  Which one day led to a visit.  The first of many.

Our friendship developed from Comments.  My comments on her blog and her comments on mine.  When Facebook erupted we continued there, “friending” each other and commenting on our daily activities.

Comments – here, there and everywhere.  “Comments” are the foundation of our friendship – one that began tentatively, became solid and continues today.  When I see her comment on my FB page my world lights up.  When she’s missing I wonder if she is well, if she’s having a bad day, if her family is messing with her.  Do not underestimate the value of “comments.”  Commenting has become a bad word or bad action by many and I beg to differ.  Commenting shows you’re there and that you care.

I’m not talking about trolling and political stuff.  This is about friendship – long distance friendships.  What are your thoughts about comments?  Do I rely on them too much?

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Morning Has Broken

 

A pretty sunrise today for everyone enveloped in snow and/or rain.  Good morning.

Paradise

 

The beach is my meditation.  Admittedly, a blue sky/hot beach/perfect day bores me to tears.  I’m not a lay-in-the-sun kind of person.  Can’t think of anything more boring than that.  Okay, okay, I can see where it would be relaxing to many…but not to me.

The kind of beach I love are sunrise and sunset beaches with few people.  Stormy beaches that kick up sea foam, with wild clouds and wild sea.  Foggy beaches that stir my imagination.  Beaches with birds and crabs, dolphins and whales.  Cloud parades on the horizon.  That interests me.

Pigs

 

I shouldn’t insult the pigs.  This is a man-created mess left on a beach where whoever left this CHOSE to come to in order to relax and “vacate.”  So they did, laughing it up one afternoon, drinking their beer, building sandcastles, drinking their beer, splashing in the waves, drinking their beer…until time to go in and drink more beer and grill out burgers in their rental house.  I do not care about the beer.  A good ale is a blessing on a hot day.  However, take your damn beer bottles with you, and pick up your trash.

LITTERING pisses me off.  LITTERING is unconscionable.  Take your damn trash with you when you go.  This is EVERYONE’S beach…..not just yours.  I don’t care where you go for your little vacation, clean the fuck up after yourselves.  Period.  What are you?  Five years old?  There was so much there that morning that I couldn’t get it all.  So, I put it in a little artistic grouping and left them a note.  Not sure if they got it….they  might’ve left for home, but if nothing else I felt somewhat better.

People, please do not litter.  Please?  We are gradually losing our forests, our beaches, our mountains, our green places and sacred spaces.  I am begging you – please do not litter – take care of our world.