Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Some days . . .

 . . . the heart and the mind are tired, and one must take a less arduous path. So, here, for your viewing pleasure, a "simple" image, from the Outer Banks of North Carolina.

Some might say that Grand River and Joy is not a "beach read," but clearly, not everyone would agree (shhh . . . it looks like she's near the end).

And (as a celebration of seasonal and locational diversity) another one . . . 

She looks like she's nearing the last page as well . . .

4 comments:

Jim Poznak said...

Your novel is a great read on a train, on a plane, in a car, near and far, with a mouse, in a house, I would and could read it anywhere.

Susan Messer said...

awwww. very sweet.

rasirds@cox.net said...

I agree with Mr. Pozniak.

Also, having spent ten years living in LA, beach reads are as different as those reading them. There's something about the sand, the sun and the water that brings out a part of one that is hidden behind the clothes of the city.

Susan Messer said...

Very nice. Thank you.