Ta-Dah!

Summer tidings in the sand, how at times like artists we carve out of what was once a clean sheet, our signature, as if to take ownership to what was once an empty page. Letters in the sand, our names become instant gratification, an autograph left for Neptune’s diary to become part of the millions collected from all of the sandy beaches of the world, daily.

Chelsea

My wife, Joy, sent me this picture of Chelsea, while enjoying one of those Nova Scotia family beach days, somehow she new this photo would have a profound affect on my day. Chelsea not unlike most five year olds often becomes frustrated, you know I didn’t get my own way so… and as Joy told it, “ This day for whatever reason simply she was just out of sorts and couldn’t figure it out for herself. Her only outlet was to turn and immediately strut off to the ocean’s edge and began to carve out her name in the sand. The larger the better as if to make a statement for those who were watching her and upstaging anyone around.” Continue reading

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