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off to the races

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Mr. bookbabie went to the Detroit Belle Isle Grand Prix this weekend with his friend Mr. Moonflower (a.k.a. Joe). They had a great time and Mr. B took lots of cool photos and even had himself a paparazzi moment when he snapped a photo of the lovely Ashely Judd strolling towards the pits to cheer on her handsome husband, Dario Franchitti.

Tony Kanaan won the race and Danica Patrick (above) came in second after Buddy Rice ran out of fuel causing a crash that took out Scott Dixon and Franchitti.

Car driven by the Lowes Fernandez racing team.

Franchitti pit stop.

Mr. Moonflower checking out a car.

starry starry night

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I’m going to look up for some blogging inspiration today. Came across this cool site from NASA that posts an Astronomy related photo every day. Some are simple, like today’s photo above, while others like the one below are interactive or videos. Neat stuff, click on either pic and take a trip into outer space!

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groovy graffiti

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I’d like to say that I took this cool photo of a wall of graffiti, but my protégé, Mr. bookbabie, actually snapped this one. We spent the afternoon on Sunday in downtown Detroit capturing some urban scenes and I think this is my favorite of the bunch. We had a great time, wandering around taking pics and talking to people. It’s funny, when you’re draped with camera equipment people are so friendly and much more willing to stop and chat with a total stranger. We ate lunch in Greektown sitting at a bar in front of several flat screen TV’s and watched the British Open and the baseball game that was going on a few blocks from us. The Tigers lost, Harrington won, and all the while I tried not to think about my mom’s continuing serious health problems. I failed of course, but I am learning that all you can do sometimes is put one foot in front of the other and keep moving. There’s a line from a poem by Emily Dickinson that I love, “Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” Isn’t that just what hope feels like? Like a pair of tiny white angel wings wrapped around your breaking heart, holding it together.

Book Excerpt

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The sun was bright but there was a chilled nip to the air that surprised Maxine, even though the calendar was about to turn over to December. She somehow always pictured the south of France to be a place that was perpetually glowing and warm, inhabited by partying royals, carousing celebrities, and half-naked sunbathers. She could see why Susie and Julia had decided to open their retreat center here. On the half-hour drive over from the train station she stared out the car window and watched as the country terrain began to roll gently under a lovely postcard blue sky, the fields and meadows changing color like the patterns on a quilt, moving from pale greens to muted golds to faded browns, dotted here and there with grazing creamy white sheep and striped with sleeping grape vines strung out like martyrs between five foot posts.