We stepped from the park path down onto the beach and I thought I just might have stumbled into a scene from the Twilight Zone. The beach scattered with massive driftwood trees resembled images of a pre-historic graveyard. My wife and I looked at each other and almost in unison said, “now we know how this place got its name”. We were at Boneyard Beach on Big Talbot Island, a closely kept secret beach on Florida’s East Coast, just Northeast of Jacksonville.Continue reading
I could feel my excitement growing as the train slowed to a stop in Chiusi, our gateway to exploring the Tuscany region of Italy. We had just spent a few hours on a very comfortable Italian train originating from Venice so we were ready to begin our Tuscany adventure. There is no place on earth like Tuscany. Beautiful medieval towns, rolling hill landscapes, art, delicious food, and some of the best wine in the world. We were anxious to get going on our adventure.
2015 was a good year for new experiences, new friendships, new challenges, and photography. Now it’s time to look to the new year for all that it may bring. I’ve been told that the time honored tradition of new year resolutions are best set by first reflecting on where we have been. I don’t know about you but I can’t remember what I did last month much less last year! Continue reading
I walked through the displays of classic lines feeling the same way I felt so many times before. Of course, I can’t resist viewing and capturing the feelings through the camera viewfinder. I don’t really know what it is about classic car shows that brings back so many remarkable memories for me, but it happens every time. Continue reading
“Make you the world a bit better or more beautiful because you have lived in it.” – Edward W. Bok
It was another one of those remarkable moments. Continue reading
The wind was a little cold as we left our garage so early in the morning. Not very cold by most people’s standards, but a little cold for a Florida morning. It was still dark. Continue reading
This photo so reminds me of my youth. I remember mom driving us to the beach early on Saturday morning so we could surf all day. The waves were not anything like we read about in the Surfing Magazines, but we had so much fun riding our little Florida waves. Continue reading