Weeki Wachee Mermaids, Florida
Weeki Wachee Mermaids, Weeki Wachee Springs, Spring Hill, Florida
Photo Essay
Weeki Wachee Mermaids, Florida
Weeki Wachee Mermaids, Weeki Wachee Springs, Spring Hill, Florida
Everyday, once a day, take some time to stop and reflect, you'll be glad you did.
No matter how old you are, don't be afraid to enjoy the simple pleasures. Jump in a puddle, get your clothes dirty and just immerse yourself in the moment.
When you run into trouble, don't think about all the things you did wrong to get here, focus on how you're going to get out!
If you keep running into trouble don't be afraid to ask others for help. Until they arrive, just sit back and enjoy the view.
Always look for the bright side of every situation, humor is everything when things are going wrong.
Sometimes, nothing explains the situation better than colorful profanity.
Lessons are best learned the hard way! If we could really learn our lessons from watching movies and reading books life would be too easy and a whole lot less eventful.
When you find a rhythm and the obstacles seem to disappear, make sure you find more! Nothing makes you grow old faster than taking the easy road.
All of our various shapes and sizes and the awkward stages we experience on our journey to maturity.
I am the sum of my past experiences, the unchangeable roots of my current self.
I am the aggregate of my current strengths and weakness. I am the means in which I provide for the needs of family and myself. I am the faults that I struggle to erase, I am the strengths that I strive to improve.
I am the ground in which I plant my seeds. My children will become echoes of my actions and my family will thrive at a rate equal to my, love and support.
I am a seeker of light, limited only by my beliefs.
I am not a photographer and these are not my photos. I am an adventurer, a seeker of answers, a lover of life and these are my visual journals.
Following the Civil War In America, train hopping became a common means of transportation as railroads pushed west. For years trains were hopped out of necessity, especially in times of economic hardship such as the Great Depression.
From this, groups of migrant workers that made a living hopping boxcars and picking up work where they could and earned the name “hobos.”
Danger, excitement and adventure soon brought a romance to the idea of train hopping hobos, attracting writers such as Jack Kerouac, Jack London and Ernest Hemmingway.
The title of this essay is taken from the song “King of the Road” by Roger Miller and tells the story of a poor man living life to the fullest humorously calling himself the “king of the road.” While train hopping is not as common anymore, it remains symbolic of our sense of adventure, our imagination, the open road and the adventures of life ahead.
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