I’m busy playing tour guide with visiting friends from the mainland. This afternoon we hit the beach, and what a wonderful beach it is. We hiked 250 meters down a mountain to reach this stunning stretch of coast. This secret beach is accessible by foot or boat; I like to call it Bedrock Beach.
What did you do this fabulous Monday?
Pimping a fellow Canadians free book! Only two days to download, get it while you can. I’ve just downloaded mine and am looking forward to digging into it! Thank you Mr. Hook!
The cyber-flood gates have opened and now (“now” meaning 12:01 a.m. Sept. 10 – 12:00 a.m September 11) my “love letter” to the Niagara Falls hospitality industry is free to anyone with the means to download it.
Even the douchebags.
In fact, they should download multiple copies; after all, they owe me for the last fifteen years! But right now, my gentle readers, you’re probably thinking about something else.
But after those thoughts have run their course, you’ll all be thinking, “Why is The Hook giving his book away? Has he finally snapped after slugging one laundry basket too many for some ungrateful douche-monkey?” While I will no doubt eventually snap, that day…
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“We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.” – Mother Teresa
Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands. The beautiful palm is near while the ocean beckons me; far in the distance.
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“He who lives in our mind is near though he may actually be far away; but he who is not in our heart is far though he may really be nearby.” – Chanakya
My favourite street cat catching warm sunshine on a hot tin roof. I’m not even sure if this photo qualifies for this week’s challenge; the roof tiles are near and the sweet orange kitty is far.
This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Near and Far.
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