This is a view approaching the Memphis, Tennessee riverfront, pedestrian bridge overhead.
The mighty Mississippi River ~ five hours north to St. Louis, MO. Five hours south to the Gulf of Mexico. I tell you, I wanted to keep driving south and sink my toes in the sand, but my 6'1" voice of reality whispered in my ear, "Honey, it's winter in the Panhandle, too."
The great American Pyramid built as a concert venue in 1991 now being converted to Bass Pro
Shop, a hunter/fisherman's/sports enthusiasts paradise.
This is a view in passing of St. Jude's hospital. To the right is the research wing. My heart aches
at the thought of children suffering, but I am thrilled that Danny Thomas founded this haven, and
I am grateful for those who donate to the worthy research cause.
Along the highway travelling home there was evidence everywhere of the earth going into resting mode. Every now and then we spied a bush/tree with the
reddest berries I have ever seen. It was not a holly bush, and several of them were tree-top high. Reminded me of the earth sprouting one last strong opinion, before a long winter's nap. Does anyone know what these are?
The sunset was spectacular. Elongated shadows draped hillsides like a shawl lazily cast upon cattle as they grazed in fields at dusk. I said a prayer of thanks for my eyes and the beauty of our trip, our lives, our families our health and our friends. That concluded our Thanksgiving trip, different from any other, a first for us.
