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I walked the back nine of the Druid Hills golf course early one January morning and got this picture of a pond on the fourteenth hole. I like the way the water in the pond reflected the trees and the morning sun. Such a sight made getting up early in the morning more than worth while.
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For several years after I retired Betsy and I would get up early in the morning to walk the back nine of the Druid Hills Golf Course here in the Glade. Walkers are allowed on the golf paths until the course opens for golfers. During winter months this meant it was often dark when we started on our daily walks. But being able to see the sunrise was an added bonus to our daily treks.
We can no longer take those walks as I need to use a walker most of the time and Betsy is not much better. But we do have photographic memories of when we could take those early morning walks. I got this photo on a January morning several years ago.
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Actually this picture was taken a couple of nights before Christmas, but our living room is ready for a visit from St. Nick. We have so many ornaments that hold special memories that we have two trees instead of only one.
Betsy has so man fireplace babies that I’m a little concerned that Santa won’t be able to get down the chimney and out of the fireplace, but I’m hopeful he’ll find a way around that problem.
From our house to your’s — Merry Christmas!
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As yet we don’t have much autumn color here in the Glade, but once the leaves start changing the results can be beautiful. (This picture is from my archives.)
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Often there is something peaceful and serene about an evening sky. I got this photo of the sky above our house a few years ago.
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Although neither Betsy nor I play golf, we do live on a golf course. And we have found the golf course to be perfect for early morning walks (before the golfers hit the course) or for early evening walks (after the golfers have quit for the day). I got this picture on one of our early morning walks around the back nine/
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Often clouds in the sky mean that some nasty weather is on the way. But sometimes clouds in the sky are brimming with joy and are saying “Look up! Enjoy this beautiful world that we have!”
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Now that March has arrived I’m beginning to do some serious thinking about Spring. I know that Old Man Winter isn’t going to give up without a fight, and we will most likely have at least one more round of bad (cold) weather. But even so, I’m looking forward to green grass, flowers in bloom and blue skies. On a March day a few years ago I captured these redbud blossoms against a beautiful blue sky. What could be more beautiful?
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I sometimes feel as if I don’t spend enough time looking up == specifically looking up at the sky. There is so much variety and grandeur in the sky above us: fascinating clouds and vibrant colors. It’s a shame that all of this is missed because I spend so much time looking at things on the ground.
The picture above was taken on the golf course behind our house on a beautiful September evening.
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A relatively new rose for us is Bride. And while she’s not as pretty as My Beautiful Bride, I still thinks she looks pretty good. We’re always happy to see her in bloom.
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