The air smelled like maple syrup and the squirrels strutted around the dirt embankments up the hill, taunting DD. An ambulence siren sounded, followed by the bellows of a hound at home by himself. Barooooo... A sad, sad song. Prayers for the man on the stretcher, gentle words for the dogs.
Monday, January 18, 2010
A Morning Walk
The air smelled like maple syrup and the squirrels strutted around the dirt embankments up the hill, taunting DD. An ambulence siren sounded, followed by the bellows of a hound at home by himself. Barooooo... A sad, sad song. Prayers for the man on the stretcher, gentle words for the dogs.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Playing with camera settings...
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Blessings Manifold
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
This Crippled Bloom
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
King Arthur Started Crowing
Saturday, August 22, 2009
A collection of blossoms
As I was talking darling dog for a walk today we chanced upon some late blooms on the side of the road...a Washingtonian incarnation of the Texas wildflower planned phenomena. There were various clusters of flowers, but these bright pink bursts of life liked my amateur camera-woman skills more than the rest. They nearly look like orchids, don't they?
Friday, August 14, 2009
Always a Good Reminder
The Ten Commandments
Thou shalt have none other gods before me.
Thou shalt not make thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the waters beneath the earth: Thou shalt not bow down thyself unto them, nor serve them: for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me, And shewing mercy unto thousands of them that love me and keep my commandments.
Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain: for the LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.
Keep the sabbath day to sanctify it, as the LORD thy God hath commanded thee. Six days thou shalt labour, and do all thy work: But the seventh day is the sabbath of the LORD thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, nor thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thine ox, nor thine ass, nor any of thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates; that thy manservant and thy maidservant may rest as well as thou.
And remember that thou wast a servant in the land of Egypt, and that the LORD thy God brought thee out thence through a mighty hand and by a stretched out arm: therefore the LORD thy God commanded thee to keep the sabbath day.
Honour thy father and thy mother, as the LORD thy God hath commanded thee; that thy days may be prolonged, and that it may go well with thee, in the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee.
Thou shalt not kill.
Neither shalt thou commit adultery.
Neither shalt thou steal.
Neither shalt thou bear false witness against thy neighbour. Neither shalt thou desire thy neighbour's wife, neither shalt thou covet thy neighbour's house, his field, or his manservant, or his maidservant, his ox, or his ass, or any thing that is thy neighbour's.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Can We Trust Bible Prophesy?
2 Peter 1:16-19 (KJV)
For we have not followed cunningly devised fables, when we made known unto you the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, but were eyewitnesses of his majesty.
For he received from God the Father honour and glory, when there came such a voice to him from the excellent glory, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.
And this voice which came from heaven we heard, when we were with him in the holy mount.
We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts:
Sunday, July 19, 2009
The Color of Summer
All the flowers are blooming pink and red and yellow, just like the balloons. I took a bit of liberty enhancing the balloon photo because they were so vibrant anyhow...oomph galore!
This morning I drove down the road (Lake Washington Blvd.) to Starbucks for a Caramel Capuccino & the Times (NY, not Seattle) and was bowled over by the incandescent glow of sunlight bouncing off of the the blooms, baloons, and bicycle riders. Anyone who has visited the Seattle area will know that we have a hard core bicycle culture here. I will avoid going on a rant about how they blatently ignore the rules of the road and put us all at risk...err, perhaps I didn't make it past that point as I had hoped. In any case, the bicyclists are usually be-garbed in jewel toned spandex numbers that stick out like a sore thumb in the grey, Northwestern haze, but under the summer sun, they look a part of the scenery.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
What Will You Become?
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Dreams are funny things...
Saturday, June 13, 2009
We are Love
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Cool Muslin Morning
Madame Ratignolle, more careful of her complexion, had twined a gauze veil about her head. She wore dogskin gloves, with gauntlets that protected her wrists. She was dressed in pure white, with a fluffiness of ruffles that became her. The draperies and fluttering things which she wore, suited her rich, luxuriant beauty as a greater severity of line could not have done.
~ from The Awakening by Kate Chopin
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
A Different Kind of Flower
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Nature speaks in it's own language, free!
A Black, E white, I red, U green, O blue : vowels,
I shall tell, one day, of your mysterious origins:
A, black velvety jacket of brilliant flies
Which buzz around cruel smells,
Gulfs of shadow; E, whiteness of vapours and of tents,
Lances of proud glaciers, white kings, shivers of cow-parsley;
I, purples, spat blood, smile of beautiful lips
In anger or in the raptures of penitence;
U, waves, divine shudderings of viridian seas,
The peace of pastures dotted with animals, the peace of the furrows
Which alchemy prints on broad studious foreheads;
O, sublime Trumpet full of strange piercing sounds,
Silences crossed by Worlds and by Angels:
O the Omega, the violet ray of Her Eyes!
~ by Arthur Rimbaud
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Thy morn and evening breath...
THOU with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn'd
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Blessed in Christ
Christ bestows all the goodness of the past, the present, and the future upon His people. In the mysterious ages of the past the Lord Jesus was His Father's first elect, and in His election He gave us an interest, for we were chosen in Him from before the foundation of the world. He had from all eternity the prerogatives of Sonship, as His Father's only-begotten and well-beloved Son; and He has, in the riches of His grace, by adoption and regeneration, elevated us to sonship also, so that to us He has given "the right to become children of God."- John 1:12
Sunday, April 26, 2009
God Paints My World
2 Kings 3: 15
"But now bring me a musician." Then it happened, when the musician played, that the hand of the LORD came upon him.