Author: Marty Luster

is trying to create a greater community effort to maintain the Benjamin Smith Playground at Cripple Cove. See Joey’s interview with him below.

 GMG’s Commenter – In – Chief Dave Moore recently sent packets of postcards and other memorabilia of his home in South Korea to several GMG regular contributors. We met Sunday morning to compare and trade our bounty and to thank Dave long distance for his thoughtfulness.

From L, Marty,Paul M,EJ, Donna, Joey, Sista Felicia, Barry, Nichole, Alicia C.

We at GMG understand the power of photographs. They can make us laugh, think and appreciate the beauty all around us. Photos can make us feel nostalgic, adventurous or secure.

Photographs can also bring us out of our comfort zones to document and confront the sometimes hideous realty of life in a world torn by war, natural disaster and disease. We have all read of the current ebola epidemic that is devastating West Africa, but the horror of that plague is sometimes softened by the distance between us and the festering cities, villages and remote areas where disease is rampant.

Today’s New York Time features a photo and story that brings it all home. The photo is not pleasant, but it forces us to understand the magnitude of what is happening and the need for immediate and massive assistance. Let the image of that 4 year old girl in her brightly colored dress, lying near death on the excrement covered floor of of a hospital that can offer no aid remind us that we must help.

Please contribute today. There are dozens of trustworthy organizations that are on the ground and ready to provide this desperately needed assistance.

“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.”
Edith Wharton

 Creativity is always a leap of faith. You’re faced with a blank page, blank easel, or an empty stage.
Julia Cameron

 First person to respond correctly will receive the awe and admiration of the entire community!

 the Appleton Farm Day.

You sea! I resign myself to you also… I guess what you mean,

I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers,

I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me…

Walt Whitman

First, please read this GMG post of April 30, 2013.

“Where Is This?”

Now, the following open Letter to Fred will make sense.

Dear Fred,

Barbara and I took a walk today to Wingaersheek Beach. As we walked past the auxilliary parking lot on the right (before the main entrance) I realized that if I could see through the trees on the far side of the parking lot, the view would approximate that seen in the photo that accompanied the one of the huge round boulder we have been searching for.

When I got home, I went to Google Earth and found what might be the escarpment described in the letter that mentions the old photos and says that the picture was taken “from in front of the boulder at the edge of the cliff.”

If that is the cliff, our mystery boulder should be in the dense trees and foliage just to the west of the red circled structure (the “cliff?”) in the screen shot of the Google Earth image and just east of the small parking lot.

One more reason for you to keep on keepin’ on so we can find Moby Rock together.

Marty