Reflections…the sky is the limit.
While it’s hard to find quiet time to adjust the mind and wrap my head around my dreams, I am feeling that no matter what the challenge I can make it happen. With the support of my family and friends, of…
While it’s hard to find quiet time to adjust the mind and wrap my head around my dreams, I am feeling that no matter what the challenge I can make it happen. With the support of my family and friends, of…
In keeping with the Island Time theme, I figured I would roll back to the good ole drawbridge days when things were slower, much slower. Artist: Barbara Craig The drawbridge came up in a random conversation just a couple days ago….
There’s a certain lifestyle carved out by folks who have slowed their pace down to chillin out…its called living on Island Time. Defined By Urban Dictionary: The time vacuum created by the ocean’s presence. Similar to stoner’s time, everything moves…
I am always reflecting on one moment or another…sometimes I am giving myself a hard time, other times a pat on the back. This year has been a healthy dose of both. That said I am pretty stoked I was…
When I was growing up one of my chores was to mow the yard. By the age of twelve I was reminded every weekend that the grass was not going to cut itself and the longer I waited the more…
Photos above hijacked from Pinterest:) Living at the beach you spend a great deal of time outdoors, enjoying the warm sun shine. Your daily dose of Vitamin K has sweet benefits but we all know that too much…
On June 3, 2010 I posted to the blog about a little car I kept seeing around town. It turns out that I knew the owner and what I could see on the exterior reflected beautifully on the interior… of the…
At first my plan was to write about something green, with roots and medicinal qualities. Interesting, perhaps, but it doesn’t compare in any way to the art and form of the naked body. We all came in to this world…
Today is July 1st and exactly three 24 hour cycles until one of my favorite holidays. Independence Day. My star spangled memories of July 4th are carried all the way back with hands in the air to the ripe old age…
Back in the day this once empty lot used to be a gas station. I don’t actually recall the place because I was not in the market of purchasing gas at the time. I do however remember when Hope Surf…