Author Archives: Cindy B. Alewine

About Cindy B. Alewine

I am a wife, homeschool mom, self-employed medical practice consultant, not-so-great blogger, amateur photographer, lazy baker and procrastinator. I have a love/hate relationship with social media and spend way too much time on Pinterest. The pictures on this site are all mine. Some are great, some are not. They are all special to me.

Savannah, Georgia

Scaredy Cows

IMG_8896The teenagers in my house think this scene looks like something from a horror movie. Truth is, these cows WERE a little strange. They were all somewhat skittish, especially the brown one. Usually when I take pictures of cows, they are as curious about me as I am about them.

IMG_8897Maybe it was because there was a little one among them.

IMG_8898I took a few pictures…

IMG_8899…and they were gone.

Star-Spangled Banner


Needmore Speedway

The Star-Spangled Banner

By Francis Scott Key 1814

Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


USA Flag Site


7 Years Later

13226928_10206038006936544_1523639026206015639_nSeven years ago today,  I married this man after dating for only 23 days. We have had a lot of good times, some bad times and some very challenging times.  He knows me better than anyone has ever known me and loves me more than I deserve.

I love him because he takes care of me, accepts me and makes me feel completely secure in his love for me. I never question where I stand with him. That is a wonderful feeling!

Here is a list of a few things that convince me regularly of his love for me:
  • He tells me how much I mean to him on a regular basis
  • He loves my children
  • He buys things for me (especially Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups)
  • He does my laundry
  • He makes me buy clothes and things I need (he can shop for me better than I shop for myself)
  • He never, ever criticizes me
  • If I feel like being lazy, he never condemns me
  • He absolutely loves my curves and tells me so all the time
  • He makes coffee for me
  • He cooks breakfast and dinner for me
  • He taught my son how to care for my car when he’s on the road
  • He goes anywhere with me I ask him to go
  • He has the same long-term dreams that I have and works toward making our dreams come true

I love him with all my heart.


I guess I’ve lived in Georgia long enough to have developed a fondness for cows. I decided to stop and take pictures of the cows in this field. They were all either up by the barn or turned away from me. But, the longer I stood there, the more curious they became. This was the first one to come over and greet me. Cow

Old Barn

I’m always torn between making a picture grayscale or leaving it in color, especially pictures of things from the past. Grayscale adds to the vintage feeling as we often think of the past in black and white. Color, in all its vibrancy, makes you feel like you can reach out and touch whatever is in the picture.

In the picture above, the beauty of the greenery against the washed out boards and the tin on the roof has a beauty all its own. In the picture below, all I can see is kids playing in the hay loft and chickens pecking at the ground.

See my dilemma?