Sailboats on the Charles River, Boston, Massachusetts. Photo by Bruce Stambaugh
My wife and I had a lovely view overlooking the Charles River in Boston, Massachusetts. I chuckled when I saw this lone sailboat with the white sail when all the others were red. I’m sure the colors had some meaning, but I wasn’t able to discover what it was.
Being different is really insignificant. Regardless of the sails’ color, they still got the sailors where they want to be.
I am a writer, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, Anabaptist, and community activist. My life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.
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