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Life IS history in the making. Every word we say, everything we do becomes history the moment it is said or done. Life void of memories leaves nothing but emptiness. For those who might consider history boring, think again: It is who we are, what we do and why we are here. We are certainly individuals in our thoughts and deeds but we all germinated from seeds planted long, long ago.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Moving Right Along

January seems to be on the speed track as time moves right along at a pace much faster that we all probably would prefer. Yet, with the passing of time lies the anticipation of the natural elements of early spring. Glory in the springtime initiates countless visions: greening hills, warming sun, tulips, pansies and wildflowers popping! Nature in its own pristine beauty flourishes after winter's thaw; prickly, bristly thorns and spiny things emerge clothed in springtime's awe!

But, WAIT!! Am I being somewhat premature? The presence of old man winter is still felt, chilling to the bone. That is, of course, unless you are relaxing on the beaches of sunny California, along Florida's Emerald Coast, in the Florida Keys or perhaps cruising the turquoise waters of the Caribbean.   Ah-h-h-h! Beach blankets, lounging chairs, suntan oil, basking in the warmth of the sun, diving into cool waters–—enjoyment within an oasis of calm and relaxation!

OK! OK! Back to reality. . .

Before even splashing our mental coloring books with the hues of springtime, we must endure winter’s final chill or last blanket of pure white, either Jack Frost or a dusting of snow. As Terri Guillemets once quoted, "The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination."

So, let's put our imagination to work with some new, rather unique, visions of Jack Frost.

Jack Frost invites you into his lair. . .