Monthly Archives: July 2011

Like footprints in the sand… washed away.

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Like footprints in the sand… washed away.

My blog is Sand On The Brain because I am quite often island dreaming and mentally somewhere with sandy shores and turquoise waters. When I need a more visual escape –but don’t have the luxury of hopping a plane — I do what I think many of us do; pull up (our out) the vacation pictures. After all, why do we take pictures in the first place? To hang on to those moments for a little longer, for a lifetime, for those moments we want to clearly remember.

Maybe you transfer your pictures to your computer to make room on the memory card for your next trip or event. Maybe that computer crashes and can’t be recovered. Maybe is not “maybe” for me.  Read the rest of this entry

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Psamm(ophile) I am.

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Psamm(ophile) I am.

I would scoop it on a beach; just a little scoop from each…  

          Scoop it in the scorching sun; scoop it while I drink some rum.

Scoop it here and scoop it there; from the comfort of an old blue chair.

         A tiny scoop, a souvenir…. from places far and places near.

Scoop it from a Michigan Dune; scoop mas from Mexico late in June.

           I’d scoop it up from Seven Mile; apparently I’m a Psammophile. 

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