This is my favorite remnant, of the recent four day festival, here on the island. I worked it up on Pixelmatr in between walks downtown. This pirate, Slappy, is a colorful character and part of the band, that roam the streets here, every first week-end in May.
Amelia Island is at the most northern point, of the Florida coastline. Across the St. Mary’s River lies Georgia. The river provided a perfect haven for the looting, drinking, scavengers of the ocean. It’s deep water provided access and security. It was a perfect hideout; and overlooked, by most. Only adventurers, found their feet, on the hidden trails and underbrush of Fernandina Beach. Continue reading What We Do
The other day was a bumpy one; life on life’s terms. As I laid my head, on my pillow, I could hear the voices of the people, that I work out with, in Cross Fit. They chanted, “You’ve got this, Miss Cheri.” “You can do it.” They were a choir of encouragement. It dawned on me how powerful that is.
In the US, we are being devoured by our own consumerism. What we eat, is eating us.












