“ Troy Casswell Bream Under a Breaking Wave A beautiful clear winter day at Coolum Beach. The waves were small, but all these fish swam over and were just hanging out by my feet in less than waist deep water.
Bill Giyaman posted Partial poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. "Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow. So settle down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t .