I had a great day lounging on the beach, walking the Boardwalk and along the sandy beach. It was a gorgeous day. Outstanding weather.
It has been close to 15 years since I last visited Coney Island and there have been lots of changes. The place is really built up with plenty of new shops, stores and restaurants. Much cleaner than in past years. Lots of improvements. Wow!
No. I don’t swim but I did stick my toes in the surf as you will see in the below video. Me and roller-coasters are not friends so no getting on stomach turning rides. Next time I think I might try the Bumper Cars. I always Loved Bumper Cars. Fun. Nothing like a beautiful sunny day filled with Sun, sea, sand and surf!
Boardwalk View
Sunny Boardwalk View
MCU Park is where the Brooklyn Cyclones Minor League Baseball…
Eco-Therapy ~~ Communing with Mother Nature at The Brooklyn Botanic Garden. Lots of Campers and young interns learning and helping to keep the Brooklyn Botanic Garden Beautiful.
This is my favorite photo of today’s excursion into the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. The Butterfly stayed still and allowed me to get close enough to take this great picture!
I spent time today both at Prospect Park and one of my favorite Happy Places The Brooklyn Botanic Garden. Here is a lovely Butterfly on Sunflower capture.
Trail Talks at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden Flatbush Avenue Entrance.
In the first video I keep saying Prospect Park because I had just come from there but I was actually in the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. Sorry for the mistake. I also apologize for some of the video quality. One day I hope to have a better video type camera and some better video taking skills. A Desire of my heart is to just tour New York State Green Spaces giving Trail Talks. Thank you for bearing with me.
Trail Talks at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden Flatbush Avenue Entrance.
In the first video I keep saying Prospect Park because I had just come from there but I was actually in the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. Sorry for the mistake.
In this first video I mistakenly say Prospect Park because I had just come out of Prospect Park but I was really inside the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. Sorry for the Error.
The masses follow false prophets/profits and naked Emperors bearing gifts of fools gold. Yet the one who has stood the test of time silently stands awaiting with faded hope for the tides to change. Emperors oozing pus and blood leaving contamination desecrating sacred lands. Lavishly framed lies adorn a corpulent corpse.
Whilst distending belly’s cry out hunger pangs. EcleTrick forms of strangulation. Minefields populated by moronic maws spouting soiled vile sewer filth. Regurgitating carnage for breakfast.
Smudge. Sweep house. Sanctified Sweet Sage Do Your Work. Seer Circles unbroken.
Ancient ones shall have the last say. Those who have an ear. Let them hear. Listen as the forest, woods, rocks and stones whisper cosmos secrets.
Pulling verses from the Akashic tribal scrolls. Weaving braille dots upon stalwart stone.
The rocks cry out but who is listening. Caught up in nondescript fluff. Know you not that even a found feather has a message to share? Pulling dreams and visions from limited senses. The Forest Speaks. The Forest yields. Ever sensitive to the clamber and clatter of hiking feet. Not tuned in but turned by external quests.
Once it was marching boots. Till Johnny came home. Till Custer had his day. Here is where the Blue and The Gray gave utterance. So many maimed, gutted and left by the roadside.
Oak, Fir, Spruce, Evergreen We have seen the dead from many a bloody battle and buried the fallen with our leaves and moss. Their blood coursing through multiple root systems transmitting nourishment and stories. The Griot speaks.
There will be no medals given here my friend. There will be No Medals given here. Only a few stones to mark the spot.
War. Riches man’s Fake bluster. False pride. Poor man’s duty.
Cassandra My Raven haired Fiery Sepia toned beauty. Who will believe your report?
There was wailing and weeping across the land Rachel sobbing for her children because they are nought. The time of mourning is now at hand.
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 