A day at the pool

Last summer Nikki doggie sat for her neighbor. Said neighbor had a pool and said we were welcome to use it. So. We did!

This is Gumbo, the reason for the doggie sitting. Isn't he adorable?

Gumbo

A night on the streets

An evening in Pensacola...Gallery Night.

"He smelled the garden, the yellow shield of light smote his eyes, and he whispered, "Life is so beautiful."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Mario Puzo, The Godfather

Grand Marlin

We have discovered the Grand Marlin Happy Hour! It is a great place to get a fantastic $5 burger & fries and breathe in the ocean air.

"Dining is an art. When you eat to get most out of your meal, to please the palate, just as well as to satiate the appetite, that,my friend, is dining."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Yuan Mei

How does one become a butterfly?

The little caterpillar finally turned into a butterfly. I was there shortly after she shed the chrysalis.

She slowly spread her wings. Then folded them together again. Like she was surprised she could do it. Testing them out. Her little legs were wobbly. At one point she was on my hand...my arm.

For a day she stayed. Letting her wings dry. Getting to know them. Now she is gone. Living her little butterfly life.

These are pictures of those first moments. Late afternoon. New life. Each picture amazes me. I'm in so much awe.

"How does one become a butterfly? They have to want to learn to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Trina Paulus, Hope for the Flowers

Melancholy Micro

Feeling a bit on the melancholy side. So I put on my micro lens and set out. To my yard. Did it get rid of the melancholy? Well, I forgot about it for a bit. Here are the pictures.

"When that slow-motion, silent explosion of love takes place in me..."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Vladimir Nabokov

Some more of Windmill Market

"We laugh and laugh...and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Audrey Niffenegger (The Time Traveler's Wife)

A trip to Windmill Market in Fairhope

One Saturday this summer we went to Windmill Market in Fairhope, AL. This little Alabama town is more artsy that any other place I've ever been. Just puttin' that out there for discussion.

"Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Edgar Degas

Flowers from my yard

Yes. It's true. All of these flowers bloomed in my yard this summer. At one time or another. It was a riot of color.

" small visitors to the garden hopped and splashed and made the most of the day that was becoming fair and sunny."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Juliet Marillier (Heart's Blood)