Tag: joy
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Festive Holiday Photos: Santa Dash
Festive Holiday Photos From Around the Internet. I’ve got a bunch of ’em I’ve saved to pummel you with this season–largely unsourced, their presence here larcenous but well-intentioned. Enjoy ’em until I get that cease and desist notice.
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Ah, Brunch
That’s a basic Bloody Mary beside a grilled muenster with fresh tomatoes and slivered red onions on rye. Simple, straight-forward. The photo is not very sharp because I’m just learning to use my cell phone camera. (I’m not really what you’d call an early adopter) I’ve not generally been one of those folks who takes…
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Whoops. Wrong Home.
I snagged this one from facebook today. This is the kind of world I like to imagine we live in–and the kind of home I try to have. So, give me a call. Come on over, we’ll celebrate whatever holiday works for you.
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2015 Summer Wonder #77: Jump Redux!!
I choked on Jump Week–I owe four “Jump-themed” found photos, so you’ll get ’em today through Wednesday and worry about what comes next after that. This is a good one, eh? I particularly like the furthest kid to the left, turned to face the camera and mugging unapologetically.
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2015 Summer Wonder #22 :Dancing In The Rain
Not my first rain post, nor my last–summer wonders are far more than happy people in the warm sun, pretty girls in bikinis, convertibles, surf boards, sailing boats etc. Sometimes it rains, and when it rains one has a choice, if lucky, to run for cover or embrace the gift of it. All the best…
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David Keig: A Christmas Tree! A Christmas Tree!
A Christmas Tree! A Christmas Tree! by David Keig A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree! With dark green needled memories Of childhood dreams and mysteries Wrapped present-like in front of me. A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree! I glimpse a past wherein i see The child that then grew into me Not forward fast but…
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Wednesday Words of Wisdom: Charles Dickens
Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused – in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened – by the recurrence of Christmas. –Charles Dickens
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