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Time Slips Away


It doesn’t take long to stop and enjoy what you happen to enjoy in life. It’s really only stopping for five minutes and taking in what’s around you. I don’t take my camera out of the bag enough; I’m guilty of looking straight down the road and only focusing on the destination as of late when I should be taking time to enjoy the journey.


There’s so much to see and I forget sometimes that I have to work for a living; I am a husband and father, and those come first. And I like my job and love my family.


But what I do, not best and not what I enjoy most, what’s at my core and gives me peace and alone time is this:

Just wandering and exploring and watching the revival of this and destruction of that. I’m an observer; I keep the record so that others might see what we were and what we are to become.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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AWAY

I started the day with the sun to my back which is odd; usually, I’m headed in to work being blinded by it.

Nope. Today we head off to the mountains for a couple of days. I had to take off the trash and get some things sorted before we left.


We spent the better part of our day travelling to where we’re staying.

🎢No particular place to go…

The original plan was to hit Graveyard Fields and hike out to the Upper Falls. But it’s hot and we were tired.

The road takes it out of ya.

Here. Showered. Rested. Time to go out and forage for grub.


We ended up going over the mountain and into Tennessee to find supper. We’ve never been in Gatlinburg in the evening. It was actually kind of pleasant. Not a lot of people, still hot though. Did a little window shopping, stopped by the tobacco store and then took the ride back. Just spending time together.


Mags. Not gonna have it.

Back in the valley and I wanted to do something I’ve never really had the chance to do with the kids, and that’s to get some night shots. She is supportive of my hobbies like photography and this blog. BUT, when it comes to chilly, she would go with me, but she doesn’t wanna.

One of the dippers. Not too shabby from an iPhone.

Back at Route 19 Inn, there are many nostalgic pieces to go with the theme of the place. I’ll add more pics later, but I saw this tonight.

I’m tired now. I’m going to sleep.

Maybe.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Something Different

I don’t have anything to write about today. I’m worn out.

I went to work.

I went to physical therapy.

I started something on my IG account I might do more often.

#PicturesWithWalMartians me and Miss Judy.

I was goofing around and snapped this one with Miss Judy. I love picking at her, and she loves being picked at. She’s a sweetie.

You get your fun where you can find it while you work.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Band Stuff

πš†πšŽ 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 πš—πšŽπš πšœ πšŠπš—πš 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 πš‹πšŠπš πš—πšŽπš πšœ.

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πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™΄πš•πšπšŽπšœπš

πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πš πš’πš•πš• πš‹πšŽ πš‘πš’πšœ πšπš’πš›πšœπš πš’πšŽπšŠπš›, πšŽπš—πšπšŽπš›πš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπš’πš‘πšπš‘ πšπš›πšŠπšπšŽ.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™»πš’πšπšπš•πšŽπšœπš

π™Έπš πš–πšŠπš”πšŽπšœ πš‘πš’πš– πšπš‘πšŽ π™»πš’πšπšπš•πšŽπšœπš π™Ίπš—πš’πšπš‘πš. π™°πš—πš πš–πšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš—πšπšŽπšœπš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš’πš—πšŸπš’πšπšŽπš πš’πš—. π™ΌπšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ.

π™Έβ€™πš– πšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πš™πš›πš˜πšžπš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽπš– πš‹πš˜πšπš‘.


π™°πš—πš πš—πš˜πš  πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŠπš πš—πšŽπš πšœ. πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’β€™πš›πšŽ πšπš˜πš’πš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšπš›πšŠπš πš–πšŽ, πš”πš’πšŒπš”πš’πš—πš πšŠπš—πš πšœπšŒπš›πšŽπšŠπš–πš’πš—πš, πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽπš–.

π™Έβ€™πšŸπšŽ πš‹πšŽπšŽπš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšžπš—πš˜πšπšπš’πšŒπš’πšŠπš• πš™πš‘πš˜πšπš˜πšπš›πšŠπš™πš‘πšŽπš› πšπš˜πš› 𝚊 πš‹πš’πš. 𝙸 πšŸπš’πšπšŽπš˜ πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πšŽπšπš’πšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ. π™Έπšβ€™πšœ πš–πš’ πš‘πš˜πš‹πš‹πš’, πšπš‘πšŽ πšŸπš’πšπšŽπš˜ πšŠπš—πš πš™πš‘πš˜πšπš˜πšπš›πšŠπš™πš‘πš’ πš™πšŠπš›πš. π™·πšŽπš›πšŽ πš’ πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšŒπšŠπš™πšπš’πšŸπšŽ πšœπšžπš‹πš“πšŽπšŒπšπšœ. πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πš’πšŽπšŠπš› π™Έβ€™πš– πšπš˜πš’πš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšŸπš˜πš•πšžπš—πšπšŽπšŽπš› πšπš˜πš› πš™πš’πš πšŒπš›πšŽπš  πšŠπš—πš πšπšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚊 πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšŠπšŒπšπš’πšŸπšŽ πš™πšŠπš›πš πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŠπš—πš. π™°πš•πš• πš’πš—.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš πš’πšπšŽ πš’πšœ 𝚊 πš‹πšŠπš—πš πšπšŽπšŽπš” πšŠπš—πš’πš πšŠπš’. π™΄πš—πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πšœπšŠπš’πš.

H͟e͟r͟e͟ w͟e͟ β€ŠΝŸgo͟.

πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πš’πš. πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš˜πšœπš.

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In My Way

I woke up at 4:30 AM today. I couldn’t sleep anymore. I was exhausted last night and crashed a little after ten.

I was dreading today. I really wanted to just call in and do it tomorrow. But then I’d have to give up my Saturday, and that just won’t do.

So I made the coffee and was sitting there reading through a few things wishing I’d set a camera up for nightlapse because of the Lyrids meteor shower and getting ready for the day.

When you don’t want to go, you make yourself go.

God puts things and people in your way.

By in your way I don’t mean that as necessarily a bad thing.

Sometimes it’s a hurdle to get over. Sometimes it’s someone who is kind to you.

Sometimes it’s just a thing. A thing you need at the moment.

I was driving along the same road I use most everyday to get to my first stop. Doing my windshield time. I can do this drive with my eyes closed. And I looked up and saw this.

At first I thought it was part of the Lyrids. I found out later from the wife that it was so much cooler. It was the SpaceX launch this morning.

This brought a huge grin to my face. I needed to be right there, right then.

I needed to see this this morning, to capture it, to make my morning better. To make my whole day better.

And it did.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Wandering

Cheraw, SC

I’ve been wandering a bit after work. I forgot what me and Skipper used to say.

β€œA little #wander is good for the soul.”

And so it is. I have to get back into this again. I have the time and eyes to see. I gotta start stopping for this again along the way.

Cheraw, SC

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Elusive Turtles

Yesterday I was driving by a little pond just outside the town of Jefferson, SC on my way home from work. I drive by here at least twice a day, five days a week.

In the pond is a sunken pier. It’s old and disused and has caved in in the past couple of years.

Still fairly cool to me.

The Pier

Yesterday as I drove by the pier looked different. I really just caught it out of the corner of my eye. It was bumpy, shiny and black.

I drove down a mile or so and swung back around. it was worth the time.

I pulled up and the pier was covered in about twenty turtles, sunning themselves. Before I could get close enough for pics they spooked and slid off into the water. I hated I disturbed their activity.

I just wanted a pic or two.

So today I slowed down as I drove by and saw them again. I pulled over to the side of the road and grabbed a few pics with my phone from the car.

Turtles

I plan to return with my Canon soon. It was really just worth it to see all of them sitting there on the pier.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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