hidden in the flames
our secrets sizzle and snap
reduced to ashes

Thanks to Sue and her #writephoto challenge.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
hidden in the flames
our secrets sizzle and snap
reduced to ashes

Thanks to Sue and her #writephoto challenge.
Looking to escape the worst of a summer that will not end, we decided to head north; hoping that four hours of drive time would translate into at least twice that much in degree difference. Spoiler alert: It didn’t! Hit with a short-span heat wave that coincided directly with our trip, it was sweltering. Ugh.
It also was a holiday Monday and I had mixed feelings about being in St. Augustine on that day. What holiday, you ask? The one that Florida denotes as “Columbus Day” but that I (and many like-minded souls) honor as Indigenous People Day.
The day wasn’t chosen deliberately. Our hotel was unavailable on the day we wanted so we had to push the trip back a day. (Or should that be “push the trip up a day”? I always confuse those two.)

Anyway, we left a day later than planned and there we were—landing in St. Augustine on “Columbus Day” surrounded by families with lots of kids “celebrating” the triumph of Columbus’ legacy. For those who may not know, St. Augustine was founded in 1565 by Spanish explorers. It is the oldest continuously inhabited European-established settlement within the borders of the continental United States. (Which is a really benign way to say that the Spanish came, killed, enslaved, and stole from the indigenous peoples with a passion that Columbus, no doubt, would have found inspiring.)

Plus, apparently autumn is NEVER coming to Florida. Did I mention it was HOT!
So long story short(ish), as non-kid-having trying-to-be-culturally-woke folk, we felt a bit out of our element. BUT, we do love museums and (ironically) the ostentatiousness of the Gilded Age, so the Lightner Museum saved the day!

Housed in the former Alcazar Hotel (built in 1888 by super rich guy named Henry Flagler), the museum is home of one of the premier collections of fine and decorative art in the country. Seriously, Lightner collected everything! Between the hotel itself and the collections on display, it really was like stepping through the Looking Glass into a different world.











Thanks and credit to Lewis Carroll for taking us to a Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. And thanks to Wander Essence for the inspiration and the reminder that I like to write about my travels!
Looking at our photos (all made by myself or my husband) and thinking about Cathy’s travel writing suggestions led me to Alice. Thus the Carroll quotes as captions. Hope y’all enjoy!
smoke on the water
riffing on a new guitar
teenage fantasy
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This prompt immediately brought me back to middle school when every aspiring teenage rock band played this song. Aaah the memories of being at dances in my seventh grade gym listening to a group of eight-grade boys rock this tune.

Several years ago, I visited Slovenia and fell in love. Not with a person. (I was with my husband and we were—and still are—in love.) No. I fell in love with the place. Everything about Slovenia is beautiful and magical, from the Skocjanske caves and the many lakes to Ljubljana’s Dragon Bridge, beautiful buildings, and the wonderful street art. The decision to embrace the energy of accessible creative expression means that no matter where you are in Ljubljana, there is something fabulous just up ahead. Plus, you can always find a cold Lasko when you need a break.
EXCEPT FOR THE CAVES, ALL PHOTOS WERE MADE BY MYSELF OR MY HUSBAND.


















Thanks to What Pegman Saw and Wander Essence for their Photo Challenges. I love a reason to reminisce about one of my favorite places.
Plus a shout out to Fandango’s FOWC for reminding me to keep looking ahead!
in the stillness, light
pushing against the darkness
a promise laid bare

Thanks to Sue and her #writephoto challenge and photo.
I’ve been struggling with … a lot these past few weeks. And as I try to dig myself out of my funk, writing this reminded me that I’ll be OK. The light will return if I let it in. (I hope.)