I fondly remember the first spiderweb photo, but I have forgotten the other two if you already posted them in years gone by. When I have some time I intend to look at some of these links!
That was quite a collection of ideas, but I most enjoyed the photos. I hope the photos on fragments will not be lost.
from AI
Whispers of Goose Creek
In Montgomery’s heart, where Goose Creek flows, A tranquil haven, where nature bestows, Whispers of joy in the rustling leaves, A symphony of peace, the soul receives.
Morning mist dances on the water’s face, Sunlight kisses, a warm embrace, Birdsong echoes through the trees, A melody carried on the gentle breeze.
Children’s laughter, a timeless sound, Skipping stones, where memories are found, Fishing lines cast with hope and cheer, In Goose Creek’s waters, life feels near.
Evening falls with a golden hue, Stars awaken, a celestial view, Fireflies twinkle in the night, A dance of light, pure delight.
Here, on Goose Creek, life’s simple and sweet, Where every moment feels complete, In Montgomery’s embrace, we find our peace, A timeless joy that will never cease.
What? Three copies of each memory? It's like carbon copies: one for the boss's in-box, one for the client, and one for the file cabinet. With regard to the files, in his last days well into his 90s, my father loved going through his school yearbooks that my sister found for him.
I fondly remember the first spiderweb photo, but I have forgotten the other two if you already posted them in years gone by. When I have some time I intend to look at some of these links!
Hey Fred,
That was quite a collection of ideas, but I most enjoyed the photos. I hope the photos on fragments will not be lost.
from AI
Whispers of Goose Creek
In Montgomery’s heart, where Goose Creek flows, A tranquil haven, where nature bestows, Whispers of joy in the rustling leaves, A symphony of peace, the soul receives.
Morning mist dances on the water’s face, Sunlight kisses, a warm embrace, Birdsong echoes through the trees, A melody carried on the gentle breeze.
Children’s laughter, a timeless sound, Skipping stones, where memories are found, Fishing lines cast with hope and cheer, In Goose Creek’s waters, life feels near.
Evening falls with a golden hue, Stars awaken, a celestial view, Fireflies twinkle in the night, A dance of light, pure delight.
Here, on Goose Creek, life’s simple and sweet, Where every moment feels complete, In Montgomery’s embrace, we find our peace, A timeless joy that will never cease.
Now i have links to read for a month or more! Thanks, Fred!
What? Three copies of each memory? It's like carbon copies: one for the boss's in-box, one for the client, and one for the file cabinet. With regard to the files, in his last days well into his 90s, my father loved going through his school yearbooks that my sister found for him.
I thought this was remarkable as an evolutionary and embryonic developmental process. How ingenious a way to build a memory matrix.