Showing posts with label dirtbike. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dirtbike. Show all posts

Thursday, July 9, 2009

I've Not Shown This Before...And A Near Miss


There are more photos from last week's
trip to Longwood Gardens.
They may never end...but at least
these are just a bit different.

The first photo above is an example
of the detail throughout the property.

This, believe it or not, is a small
light box in the ladies restroom.

See that window design?
It is the most recognized logo.




Also from the ladies room.
I love this tile mosaic
with the same design in tile.

I have long wanted to take a photo
of this but there were always others
in the room and whipping out a camera
in a restroom
just seemed a bit weird.

Well, it is still weird but there was
no one else around...yay!


Because it began to rain
Chelsea and I chose a different
path than usual to return to
the car. This took us behind
some fountains.

We found this.

Amazing.
It is as if a figurine
grew up!



On the other side of the sidewalk.
The fountains...
So soothing.


Can't leave without
praising Jesus for
protecting Mikey
last night.
After dinner on the
deck with Mike and
Georgia we were
just sitting and chatting
while Mikey was on
his dirtbike.

All was relaxed and
beautiful until we
heard a horrible sound.
It was the unmistakable
sound of a crash.

Then all was silent.

The look on Warren's face was so scary.
He moved so quickly.
I was trying to decide if I should grab
the phone in case we had to call an
ambulance or just run to him.
I admit that I kind of froze.
It was too scary to see what had happened.

When I finally heard Warren calling to Mikey
with instructions I figured he, at least, could
hear him so I ran out to look.

A wheelie had gone bad.
His big bike had flipped.
Thankfully, Mikey had the presence
of mind to jump!

He is very banged up and his
bike is all bent and twisted.
There are marks in the pavement
from the bike skidding across it.
Really, it dug into it.

However, he will recover.
He is ok to go to work today.
Limping, but ok.

Thank You, Jesus!

How are we ever going to
survive these years?

I guess this is how.
With His help.
However, these things
make me tired.

Thanks for being here.
I love hearing from you
and knowing that so many of
you care.

♥♥Becky K.♥♥