
“Glow”





My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts
1. Incredible Spanish and Cuban food at Columbia Restaurant in St. Augustine FL


I first discovered this gem, decades ago, at the original Columbia (which has Flamenco dancers!) in Ybor City (Tampa)

2. A week at the beach. Ponte Vedra FL.




3. The ability to feel at peace with the world (occasionally).
4. A big jacuzzi bathtub.

5. Fresh fish from a seafood market.



My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Daughter Amy and son-in-law Scott hamming it up by the river near their house.

2. HR suggesting we drive over to nearby Tybee Island for an evening walk on the beach.


And look! Another riveting film in my long-running canon of riveting films, this one starring the Atlantic Ocean, the Tybee Pier and HR. 



3. The ability to WALK. What a blessing! I encourage you, wherever you are and if possible, to stand up and walk around a bit. What a miracle!

4. Sunlight on grass.

5. My fellow.


May you have an Ocean of Weekend Fun ahead.

“Squat”

HR and I drove over to Tybee Island, aka Savannah Beach, (twenty minutes away) for a morning beach walk, actually our first one in 2023.
Robert parked the car near the pier, while looking all cool and beach hip.

(I stood in the shade and daydreamed while he did that parking app thingy, which I don’t quite understand.)

After parking my sandals in the sand, we walked toward the Atlantic.
(FYI: HR does not like to go barefoot on the beach. He doesn’t like to feel those bad little tiny broken shells on his feet.)
(FYI 2: Sometimes you just have to put up with all the quirks in a relationship.)




Here’s Robert and a bird.

And here’s a short documentary titled Cold Feet, produced and directed by HR, starring me.

Terrific morning!

For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
Beach Peace

One of the many great joys of living in Historic District Savannah is the easy fifteen-minute drive along the Savannah River and the marshes to Tybee Island (aka Savannah Beach) .












So this morning I decided to “do church” by driving twenty minutes south from my place in Savannah’s historic district to Tybee Island. Even though the dark clouds kept threatening to open up, I communed with nature and thanked God for the beauties of creation.
(I wanted to take up an offering, but the obviously heathen beachcombers just would not cooperate.)
So I walked.



And looked.






And listened.
And then, lo and behold, at one point I glanced up from checking my stock portfolio …

… and all of a sudden JUST KNEW what my Tybee trip this morning was Really All About:
“Look! I am meant to Be a Lifeguard!”

And, clearly, the island is in dire need–the lifeguard stand stands sadly empty.






“Hey you! Yes you!”

“I’m talking to you!”

“That swimming suit looks ridiculous on you!! What were you thinking?!”

And a little later:
“Oh gosh, someone’s in trouble! I gotta take action!”


After the life save, I hurried back up to my post 14.

And then this “official” rescue personage came driving up …

… and asked me what the heck I was doing on a condemned life guard stand. Like it wasn’t crystal clear that I was saving lives while he was golf-carting around and looking at girls.
“Sir, for future reference, please do not climb on these old structures. And be careful climbing down.”
(As if a fit lifeguard like me would have any issues.)

If you need me at the beach, rest assured, I will be on the lookout.
