For some reason I love this picture taken on my walk this Christmas morning when I had all these other things I “should” have been doing. “I didn’t come to the beach to do what I should or what I have always done before,” I told myself. And I listened. (That is how I lost the poem I’d just written but had not posted.)
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Beachside houses were filled with beach visitors sleeping in on Christmas morning. The beach was humming with the activity only of those who worked on Christmas. Vendors, waiters, boat tour operators, cooks, lifeguards, henna tattoo artists. Whoever set up this beachside restaurant was doing it pristinely, but right, with a bit of a flair. The tide rolled in and baptized the table legs, but the napkins stayed as crisp as though starched.
Merry Christmas to all.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I love this photo as well. The waiting chair, the waiting napkins, the hint of the other waiting chair at the bottom of the frame. To me, it’s a story of anticipation. I see why you love it too.
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Thanks, Ducks.
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Thanks so much, forgottenman. You know your opinion weighs heavily, as usual..
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Lovely! I can almost feel the waves lapping at my toes. It just looks like the vacant space that allows the mind to refresh itself….if we let it. You are probably doing exactly what you need to do there, though I have a long list of “should do’s” myself and constantly feel guilty!
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Well, stop it, Tamara!!! I give you permission–in fact a command to do what you want to instead of what you should…at least for a part of each day.
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i wish we would live closer, I would have loved to join you on this walk, me and the dogs. Great picture, you have a good eye 🙂
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Where do you live, Ladybug?
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Columbus Ohio
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