By the Sea



still staying warm and cozy
within reach of tissues and cough meds
but that doesn't stop me from





imagining




remembering

  


wishing

Comments

Brenda Leyland @ Its A Beautiful Life said…
soon... all shall be well...

beautiful photos!
April 18, 2011 at 1:26 PM
Kim Mailhot said…
I think being able to go "by the sea" in my imagination is soemthing that has always been so very healing for me. Glad you have found that comfort in dreaming too.
Feel better, Lovely One !
Hugs !
April 18, 2011 at 2:41 PM
Elisabeth said…
Thank goodness for imagination, otherwise where would we be when we are bed bound? Get better soon.
April 18, 2011 at 3:34 PM
~Lavender Dreamer~ said…
Take care of yourself! It's no fun to be sick at this pretty time of the year! Hugs! ♥
April 18, 2011 at 5:43 PM
Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said…
love it.
well done.
perfect imagery.
April 18, 2011 at 7:28 PM
Anonymous said…
Invite you to share 1 to 3 poems with our poetry potluck today,
Random poems, poems unrelated to our theme are welcome!

Hope to see you in.
Bless your talent.
Cheers.
xxx
April 18, 2011 at 7:29 PM
Annie Jeffries said…
The title drew me in. The sepia kept me here for a while.
April 18, 2011 at 10:18 PM
Sandy K. said…
Get well! I love your images by the sea, and see you have "layered images" as a title. What processing did you do to create that old-style look? Well worth lingering here this morning:)
April 19, 2011 at 5:38 AM
beth said…
i need a visit to the sea right about now as my memories of it are fading.....
April 20, 2011 at 5:01 AM
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