Jeff and I have a home right outside Atlantic City, New Jersey. Much of what makes up the City doesn’t enter into my world. But sometimes, every so often, I find this down-the-road-and-to-the-left part of my world fascinating.
We spent the afternoon gazing in utter amazement at the world of sand sculpting. This competition/exhibition was available to tons of curious tourists and locals for FREE! Now, how often do you see something this cool for free?
Artists from around the world gathered to sculpt for spectators, and, of course, the competition was fierce. See if you don’t agree.
The new motto for Atlantic City – DO AC
Fourth Place – “The Last Apple”
“The Last Apple” – Close Up
Dedicated to sculptor, the late Joe Maize. “Somewhere in Heaven”
“Weightless” with sculptor, Johannes Hogebrink from Amsterdam, Netherlands
“Weightless” Close Up
“Rooms for Rent”
“Live To Remember” by Johannes Hogebrink – Amsterdam
Some of the sculptors at work. Simply incredible!
“The Charge of Achilles”
“Somewhere in Heaven”
“Rooms for Rent”
“Charge of Achilles”
Brett J.C. Stocker and Walter “Amazin Walter” McDonald
Of course, I had to get a shot of Jeff in because he’s the biggest part of my world.
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I don’t get it! I try to keep up. I visit, and like. I comment, and like some more. I read and respond and try to keep up, but, well, I must be doing something wrong. Maybe I’m reading the people I follow in the wrong little corner of my WordPress app. Maybe I shouldn’t opt for emails from everyone. Maybe I shouldn’t “talk” so much when I respond. But I have things to say!
Well, anyway, here I am. Late, as always. No excuses. Just reality. I CAN’T KEEP UP!
When I think curves, I think shapely. Comes from a time when Monroe and Hayworth were a big part of my generation, I suppose. Since I’m not surrounded by those types of curves and the days of my curves are waning, I thought I’d go with the more traditional definition of the word. Although, I think curves can be sexy, even if they’re not part of a shapely torso. Just ask my friend, Judith, at A View From The Woods. 🙂
This flower curved its petal to protect? comfort? hug? another bud. So sweet and gentle.
A gentle embrace
Some curves, in the true sense of the word…
The tropical curve of palm fronds.
Curves of the greenhouse support system.
The curve of Billy’s horns.
The curve of the old restored car pipes.
more surfing curves
and yet one more surfing curve
The curves on my favorite model of automobile
the curve of a heart on the sands of New Jersey – Stronger than the Storm!
Yes, it is a humongous heart! See the couple relaxing on their beach chairs? That’ll give you a perspective on how big that heart really is. Someone is soooooooo loved.
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I’ve always wanted my own space. A retreat, I suppose. A quiet spot where I could close the door and shut out the sounds of the street. Somewhere to sit in quiet contemplation. A no-stress, peaceful corner – my own little world. Ailsa’s challenge encouraged me to set the wheels in motion. A slow, restful motion. . It’s just a start, but I feel it’s a good one. Welcome to my peaceful place. Enter quietly, please.
I think everyone should have just such a place. Apparently, I’m not the only one in the house that needs a place for peaceful contemplation.
If your house is anything like mine (yes, ladies, I’m talking to you), when my husband’s around, I have no control over the remote control. I don’t know why it’s even called a control. I never have any. Well, my – ah – better half is away and I thought, “Great. Now I don’t have to miss commercials if I don’t want, or I can watch just one show at a time and not see various channels flip right before my very eyes. I can watch sports without hearing how the umpires are blind, and I can play Jeopardy and be the one in the room that wins for a change!”
For one fleeting moment, I thought I was in control. I guess I was wrong!
SOMETIMES A GIRL JUST CAN’T WIN!
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I’m sitting here gazing out the window, waiting for the plumber. It’s 8:20. The Phillies are up and – surprise – winning, and the score is 2 – 0. But I can’t concentrate on the game and I’m starting to think Walt may not show. I suppose I should not have said it’s not an emergency. I guess I should not have given him the option that Thursday or Friday would be fine. I forgot to value my time. Duh! Now I’ve done a bunch of housework- no fun , when I could have been out shopping or riding my bike or doing something other than boring housework – and still have shut off valves that are stuck. I guess I learned a lesson. I guess tomorrow’s another day.
THERE’S STILL NO ONE AT THE DOOR. It’s 8:30. Should I give up the ghost?
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Cupcake is a busy girl. She’s a therapy dog, she ‘s a library story time helper, she has her own blog, and she loves dressing up in costume. A dog of many talents, she is a dear friend of mine and she looks stunning in purple. I think you’ll agree that she is one sweet little canine cutie. Her mom is a children’s author and together they make school visits to tell kids all about the life of an author. She has a closet full of outfits and a costume for every occasion. If you don’t believe me, looky here…
“The doctor is in, and so is the nurse!”
Santa Cupcake is coming to town.
Come Dancer, Come Prancer, Come Cupcake, and Dixon.
Can you zero in on Mars with those things?
Ready for Swan Lake
Who says there’s no Easter Bunny?
Did I tell you she’s hot in purple?
Step aside Serena!
Not to forget, Smoki, Cupcake’s predecessor, these two shots are in memory of her.
“I love to stay at the Y-M-C-A…” Another fashioneesta!
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I know everyone in prison says they’re innocent, but I really AM innocent!