My parents live on a mountaintop. Amongst state game lands, hunting camps and wilderness. We call the family homestead, Hidden Haven. Because people must follow the explicit written directions or they get lost, and because the mountain is peaceful, serene and relaxing. Hidden Haven always seems to have many guests. For parties, picnics, weekend visits, dinnertime, etc. Because my parents possess a gift...
"The early bird gets the worm" or so they say... In my case, the early bird gets a wonderful experience. And pictures to prove it! Finally, I was home on a Saturday morning. In my little town. Wide awake and strolling about town before the cool morning mist had dissipated. Ah, the sights and sounds. Here's one beautiful little thistle. Painful and pretty....
I went to a little beach called Ventnor City a few weekends ago. The ocean is my favorite! Here are a few images from my weekend of bliss. From The Beach From The Beach ...
