Washington Monument

The Washington Monument is one of the most iconic and recognizable landmarks in our nation’s capital. Built to honor George Washington, the first president and colonial general, this towering obelisk dominates the skyline of the National Mall. Standing at 555 feet, it remains the tallest stone structure in the world. Construction began in 1848 but was halted for decades due to funding issues and the Civil War, before finally being completed in 1884. Today, the monument serves as a powerful tribute to Washington’s leadership and legacy, drawing millions of visitors who marvel at its grandeur and historical significance.

 

Sail Away

While sailing in the Inner Harbor on the Patapsco River, I spotted a boat adorned with several flags—one in particular caught my eye: the rainbow flag. The passengers looked like they were having an absolute blast, soaking in the sunshine and the joy of the day.
 

My Little Alien

When I was in high school, I took a fine arts class where we studied ancient art. I remember being particularly fascinated by an artifact that was believed to represent a human figure. It sparked my imagination so much that when we had a clay project, I decided to create my own interpretation. With my teacher’s kindness, they fired it in the kiln, and I painted it once it was done. And voilà—my alien was born.  

Since then, this little clay figure has followed me everywhere I’ve lived, becoming a faithful companion and a cherished reminder of my creative beginnings. 

Baja Blast

Mexico is a breathtakingly beautiful country, far more diverse than I once imagined. The Baja California coast, with its rugged mountains and stunning shoreline, left a lasting impression on me. During our visit, we took a trip to La Bufadora, a natural blowhole on the Punta Banda Peninsula, about 17 miles south of Ensenada. While the blowhole itself was impressive, the best part was the walk along the cliffs after exploring the market. I loved watching the waves crash against the towering rock formations that rise like cathedrals from the Pacific.
 

Also linked to: Sunday Best.

SS Selma

Built in Mobile, AL in 1919, the SS Selma was the largest of a unique class of concrete ships. She remained in service for only a few years before striking a jetty in Tampico, Mexico, in 1920. Towed to Galveston for repairs, she was ultimately abandoned in 1922 and allowed to sink just off Pelican Island, about a mile north of Galveston. Today, she remains the only permanent shipwreck in the Houston Ship Channel, a lasting relic of maritime history.

One World Trade Center

One World Trade Center rises from the footprint of the Twin Towers, a powerful symbol of resilience in the face of tragedy. My first visit to the site was in March 2002, when it was still a mound of rubble. Returning in 2023 was an emotional experience—standing in a place that once embodied global grief and witnessing its transformation. The new tower, soaring like a faceted jewel into the sky, is a breathtaking testament to strength, renewal, and hope.

 

Goofy Doggo

This is an older photo of Little Luke, but it remains one of my favorites. It perfectly captures his mischievous spirit! He’s incredibly affectionate and, in many ways, the quintessential dachshund—though he’s a mix. 

One of the best dogs I’ve ever had, he’s kind to everyone and always ready to play.

Californication

 

R.M.S. Titanic

I had the opportunity to visit, Titanic: The Exhibition, and it was a truly captivating experience. The exhibition featured faithful recreations of the ship’s interior, transporting visitors back in time to the opulence of the ill-fated vessel. While actual artifacts from the Titanic itself were limited, the exhibit excelled in storytelling, using authentic White Star Line artifacts and items from the Titanic’s sister ship, the Olympic, to weave a compelling narrative. 

It was both an enjoyable and somber experience, bringing to life one of history’s most well-known tragedies. Walking through the recreated spaces and learning about the passengers and crew made the event feel deeply personal and poignant. The exhibition did a remarkable job of honoring the legacy of the Titanic while reminding us of the human stories behind the disaster.

 

POGS!?

 When I was in middle school, Pogs were everywhere. I remember having stacks of them, neatly stored in tubes, and spending hours playing with my friends. I was always on the hunt for the Jurassic Park-themed ones—they were my absolute favorite. I even had a Pog maker, which I used to create my own custom Pogs using images from magazines and comics.  

Recently, during a conversation with some friends, Pogs came up, and it sparked the idea to introduce them to my niece and nephew. It was such a joy to share this nostalgic piece of my childhood with them. Teaching them how to play brought back so many memories, and seeing their excitement made it even more special. It’s amazing how something so simple can bridge generations and create new memories.

Windows over the Bay

Looking through the trees from Telegraph Hill downs towards Treasure Island the the Bay Bridge spanning the San Francisco Bay.  

Another view of the Bay Bridge and part of the San Francisco skyline. 

Cardinal Visit

 

They say, “When a cardinal appears, a loved one is near, bringing warmth and cheer.” As I watched two cardinals play earlier today, my heart felt so full, imagining all the wonderful people who might have sent them my way. But even if it was just their joyful dance in the moment, those little birds brought such a bright, happy glow to my day. What a beautiful reminder that love and joy are always close by! 

Neon Blue and Red

When I go on a cruise, I spend hours exploring the stairwells and hallways, searching for art. These two neon pieces adorn the stairwell of Jewel of the Seas.

Some say the art on cruise ships isn’t ‘real’ art. I don’t care if they’re reproductions or considered low value—I find them fascinating. I lose myself in their beauty, and it’s one of my favorite things about cruising. I always look forward to discovering what each new ship has to offer.

A little information regarding the pieces and the artist that created them.  

 

Catalina Sky

Two years ago, I finally visited a place I had promised myself I would—Catalina Island, one of California's Channel Islands. Technically part of Los Angeles, it feels like a world away from the city. In many ways, it feels removed from the mainland altogether, almost like stepping into another country.

I hope to visit again—next time for longer than the few fleeting hours a cruise excursion allows.

Spring Memories

These sunflowers are from my garden last spring.  With the recent cold blast, its obvious that we are still a few months away from blooms like this, and here in Texas, they’ll only last until the summer heat and dryness take over and the squirrels have their fill. 

This year, I’m considering sticking to just flowers—but then again, I say that every year and still end up planting tomatoes!

Under the Sea

 

Unofficially also a Watery Wednesday post. 

The Student

Weekly, I spend two hours in a Vietnamese language class—a surreal experience at my age. The classroom feels familiar yet different, like revisiting a forgotten chapter. Learning feels harder now, but I’m surprised by how much sticks. It also stirs nostalgia, making me wish, just for a moment, I could step back in time. For now, I’ll savor this blend of past and present, the quiet thrill of learning, and the bittersweet memories it brings.

Seven Foot Knoll Light

 Nestled in the heart of Baltimore, this decommissioned lighthouse stands as a proud sentinel of maritime history, now on display at Pier 5 in the bustling downtown area. Built in 1855, this venerable structure once braved the elements on a rocky shoal at the mouth of the Patapsco River, guiding countless ships through treacherous waters with its steadfast beam. Though it was eventually replaced by a modern navigational aid and relocated, it remains a cherished relic, holding the distinguished title of the oldest Screw-Pile lighthouse in Maryland.

Its intricate ironwork and timeless design tell the story of an era when lighthouses were lifelines for sailors, their lights cutting through the fog and darkness to ensure safe passage. Today, it serves as a tangible connection to the past, a monument to the ingenuity and resilience of those who built and maintained it.

During my visit to Baltimore in 2023, I had the privilege of capturing this historic gem in a photograph. The image freezes a moment in time, preserving the lighthouse's enduring charm against the backdrop of the city's vibrant waterfront. It is a reminder of the enduring legacy of maritime heritage and the timeless beauty of structures that have weathered both storms and the passage of time. This lighthouse, though no longer guiding ships, continues to illuminate the rich history of Baltimore and the Chesapeake Bay.

A Few More Wrinkles

This blog began with a selfie—a small window into the person behind the scenes. The one whose captures and musings fill these virtual pages. Over time, both the blog and I have evolved. Here are some more recent snapshots of me—a few more lines, a couple more wrinkles… maybe even a little more wisdom. Life has a way of shaping us, but at my core, I’m still me.

The Room Where It Happens

Standing before Independence Hall is like stepping into the presence of a silent yet eloquent witness to the birth of a nation. In a country where ancient architecture is a rarity, this venerable structure stands as a profound exception—a living testament to the pivotal moments that shaped the United States. Built during a time when Pennsylvania was still a crown colony, its walls have borne witness to the seismic shifts of history, from the murmurs of dissent to the thunderous declarations of freedom.

This hallowed building was more than just a backdrop; it was the very nursery of the fledgling United States. Within its rooms, the air still seems to hum with the echoes of impassioned debates and the weighty decisions that forged a new destiny. It was here, in these very chambers, that the Declaration of Independence was debated and adopted, and where the Constitution was painstakingly crafted. These were not just rooms; they were the stages upon which the drama of revolution and nation-building unfolded—the literal "room where it happened."

To walk through Independence Hall is to tread the same floors as giants like Washington, Jefferson, and Franklin. It is to feel the gravity of their vision and the courage of their convictions. In a nation often defined by its modernity, this ancient edifice serves as a poignant reminder of the enduring legacy of those who dared to dream of liberty and self-governance. It is a place where history is not merely remembered but palpably alive, inviting all who visit to connect with the profound roots of the American story.