She tied the hammock between two palm trees and just relaxed with the ocean in front and her best friend on her lap.
I really, really, really hate cigarette butts. One reason is because I’m a former smoker.
But that’s minor compared to the damage just one small cigarette butt can do. Animals eat them. Young children eat them. And worse of all they can cause millions of dollars in damage and even deaths from wild fires they start. I’ve lived in places where the fires would be just across the street. Not a good thing.
This one was already on the ground when I found it.I don’t know who put it there but if I had seen them discard this butt they would have heard plenty.
This was at 9AM and the Sun was shining through the church tower illuminating the stained glass.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Inspiration.”
I’ve been trying to come up with a small essay to explain my Inspiration. It took awhile to figure out that one wasn’t necessary.
My Photography is my Inspiration
I bought the ball several months ago but I’ve been really lazy about getting on it and learning the various exercises. The main problem is my left ear. The middle inner ear is damaged and has been most of my life. This effects my balance big time including getting the hang of the balance ball.
It’s not like I put the ball in the closet and forget about it. It’s right behind me on the floor as I lay back on the sofa watching the Tour de France.
Gotta get off the sofa.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Shoulda Woulda Coulda.”