📷 Day 26: Bridge
Old rail bridge in downtown Tampa, FL.

📷 Day 26: Bridge
Old rail bridge in downtown Tampa, FL.
📷 Day 25: Decay What we see as decay, nature sees as renewal. These fungi don’t just mark the end — they begin the next chapter.
📷 Day 24: Bloom
Not even in the ground yet and already showing off!
I finished the first season, and all I have to say is: Bravo. There was action, mystery, intrigue—and more action. Some parts felt wildly exaggerated; I can’t imagine all of it happening outside the realm of TV drama. But other parts? Absolutely plausible—though more likely orchestrated by nation-states than rogue, non-state actors.
I hope they make a second season—there's definitely room for it. Maybe even a third. But no more than that.
As I said in a previous post, when it comes to TV, the British really know what they’re doing. 🎬
Not much to say other than: Wow. It’s been a great season so far—and with such incredible source material, how could it not be? 😊 Fantastic true story, outstanding acting. Best series EVER. 🎬
#TV
#Entertainment
#Peacock
#PrimeVideo
📷 Day 23: Fracture
Our neighbors tree after Hurricane Milton last year October 2024 it fractured were luckily it didn’t damage anything.
I’ve been wanting to blog about this for a while. This will
probably be a long one—and it might even turn into a series of posts
around a central theme.
My mother—more than me, but me too—has
always wondered about her mother’s family.
A Childhood Cut Short
My grandmother was born in Poland in 1926, before World War II. She was just 13, almost 14, when Germany invaded. According to my mother, my grandmother was at school in Kraków when the invasion happened. She was taken away from her parents, older brother, and sister. The last time she ever saw them was before going to school that day.
I just learned this part while preparing for this post: my grandmother was taken to a concentration camp and was “in line for a shower.” She was seen by a German officer, who pulled her out of the line. She was forced to serve as an au pair—but in truth, she was a slave.
My mother told me that, surprisingly, my grandmother was treated well by the German and his family and was almost certainly saved from death by that officer. My grandmother never knew why she was chosen out of everyone in line.
We all know what “going into the showers” meant. But I don’t think it
was just fate that saved her—I believe it was divine intervention. If
not for that moment, how would my mother be here today—and, by
extension, my brother, sister, and me?
God has a plan for
all of us, and He always makes sure His plans are carried out.
📷#mbjune Day 22: Hometown
After the storm, the streets of my hometown fall into a kind of quiet only a big-city suburb knows—where palm trees sway under a fire-lit sky, and everything feels like it’s holding its breath.
📷 Day 21: silhouette
Nature’s silhouette framed in moonlight and moss. 🌕🌿
Feeling better today 🤒➡️🙂—still dealing with some cough, congestion, and hoarseness 🤧😶🌫️, but I’d say I’m about 65% back to normal 💪. The only downside? I’m not behind on work! 😅 But hey, I guess that’s just life 🤷.
#CoughChronicles #OnTheMend #SickButSurviving
📷 #mbjune Day 20: gather
A gathering at Disney World’s Liberty Bell 🔔, full of smiles 😊 and summer warmth ☀️.