For My Ambassador

We stand on the beach with feet in the sand
the tide bring the waves up and over us

each wave is different and last but the time it was meant

Some softly cover the feet with tickles
Others forcefully wet our knees
Few splash up with droplets reaching high

The shape of the sand around us changes
But our feet do not change
They stay as we put them as the landscape alters

We plant our feet in the beach
we stay until time to go

Enjoying each swell but knowing
another beach will always bring us similar joy
in another pattern of waves over our feet

Simple Fun

Close and a Face Forms

Photographing close to an object allows images to pop out. This tree had a face hidden in it. Staring closely at normal items can reveal surprises and delights.

Buying in Theory

Shopping brings a thrill of the potential. A new dress? Maybe an exciting date. Yoga mat? Maybe a toned body. Cookbook? Maybe the pots will stop collecting dust.

All of these things are in theory. The new dress will not make a date happen. Nor will it improve a date or make him dance better. The yoga mat can do little to tone the body if it stays rolled up in a corner. And the cookbook might linger on the kitchen table but it will linger without any of the cabinets opening up magically.