The Sands of Life
We are all but little grains of sand on the beach of life.
James Tucci, September, 2013
Photograph by Matthew Tuthill
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Sunset on the Gulf of Mexico and an ode to the end of the day.
The sun sets each day,
And another day has gone by
Never to be recaptured.
The memories may linger for a while,
But the moment has been lost forever.
What can we say we did
As the sun sets each day?
Taking away any chance to have done better.
Photo by Melissa Tuthill Photography
Poem by James Tucci All Rights Reserved 2013
The sun sets each day,
And another day has gone by
Never to be recaptured.
The memories may linger for a while,
But the moment has been lost forever.
What can we say we did
As the sun sets each day?
Taking away any chance to have done better.
Photo by Melissa Tuthill Photography and My Wonderland Photography All Rights Reserved 2013
Poem by James Tucci All Rights Reserved 2013
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Once you get south of the Mason Dixon Line in America, the soil gets sandy in places and the pines grow wild, waiting to be turned into paper. It is a Southern tradition to go hunting in the pines, and partying. These young Southerners are following their heritage. Guess the state. This photo was taken by mywonderlandphotography.com.
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Why are these 2 people crouching and looking into the camera? We will disclose the answer on Friday, September 20 on http://www.i-netradio.com. Send us a reply to this blog, and if you are correct, we will have you come on the show and tell us how you figured it out.
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