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Friday Shootouts - Power (Zest for Life)

I took power to mean "zest for life". And this is where I get mine.

Hanging out with people that know what it means to be alive and have fun.


Drinking tea, receiving inspirational quotes, and photography.

Reading as much as I possibly can.

And good old sunshine when we are blessed enough to see it!

Comments

~JarieLyn~ said…
I love all of the things that give you zest for life. I drink tea all day long, I consider myself the queen of quotes, I'm extremely passionate about books and I like to be around people who know how to have fun. We have something in common.

Like the feet shot.
Patty said…
Tea is my thing. I like a little java in the morning and sometimes some at night but all day I am a unsweetened tea junkie.

Like the books as power. They are indeed very powerful.

Thanks for joining in.
REDLAN said…
Thanks for sharing the power shots. I really like the last photo. It's perfect!
J9 said…
Love the last shot, and the first shot made me smile - I have a kid like that - always a blur!
kate said…
Ha! The pirate patches are so cute :)
Ellisa said…
Great pics as always, Jamie!
Sherri said…
Loved the last shot. Great submission on this theme...
Melissa said…
so cool...I love the shot of the kids, and the photo of the books, ahh...I love books!
Doreen said…
like your take on this weeks theme. books are powerful! great post!!
Anonymous said…
Jamie - awesome job, as always! I love the pirate patch. I think that I need to get one. And as a fellow book lover, I gasped at the book pic! Hope all is well.

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