Forgiveness of Quality

Please forgive the image quality; I took it with my iphone from a moving car. Even when I don't bring my camera with me out in to the world, I end up taking photos with my phone for posterity's sake. The argument made by Numbers Man is that I could easily find photos of what I am taking pictures of online with someone who has used a real camera and was likely doing the picture taking in a professional capacity. My rebuttal, "But I wasn't there when it was taken!"

I know a lot of people tend to take pictures with freinds and family populating theri photographs, but for me it is just as nostalgic and memborable without (not that I don't love all my peeps).




*Entrance to a field in the University District in Downtown Seattle

Hush Little Baby, Don't Say a Word...

I said "Pardon me" me to this statue as my darling dog ran around it. Sort of like when one bumps into a chair and exclaims, "I'm sorry" or knocks the table with a mug and says "Ouch." No sense at all.

Rooted & Built Up

"She fluttered the leaves for something--she could not just tell
what--and her eye caught some of the verses that her father had marked
for her before she left home for college, in the days when he was
troubled for her going forth into the world of unbelief.

As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in
him: Rooted and built up in him, and established in the faith, as
ye have been taught, abounding therein with thanksgiving. Beware
lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after
the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not
after Christ. For in him dwelleth all the fullness of the Godhead
bodily.... "

~

A Voice in the Wilderness by Grace Livingston Hill

Playing with camera settings...

A self portrait and two conversions...pink flower and yellow rounds into sepia madness.

Listening to Glee to my heart's content and working on spreadsheets does not poem or prose make. But I garuntee at least 15 minutes of solid dancing around the office.

Tinted Summer Walks

"It was really such a charming spot. that smooth grey stone between the two dear young firs all greened over with their new spring tips..."

Perfection - by the artists hand

The only artist who is perfect in all forms of creativity - in technique, in originality, in knowledge of the past and future, in versatility, in having perfect content to express as well as perfect expression of truth, in communicating perfectly the wonders of all that exists as well as something about Himself, is of course God - the God who is Personal.
Got, the Artist! We read in the New Testament in the book of Colossians: "For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in the earth, visible and invisible."
~ The Hidden Art of Homemaking by Edith Schaeffer

You Spin Me Right Round

Numbers Man said this picture made him dizzy...

I'm partial to mystique, which even as I type this, seems like a fading relic of the pre-digital age and I am mindful of the q-u-e; a QUEst for the impossible, intangible, and hanging participle in every encounter. Arms that, brushed by dirt, looked no different and somehow one can't understand just what upon what makes us humans so much like a rubix cube of variables. While these and those can gaze down the nine by nine and feverishly crumble the puzzle into 1-2-3 list of motions. Others struggle and strive, frustration mounting, anticipation perhaps driving deft digits into orchestration of inevitable failure/success...solution.

New Things: Shoots and Dreams

Today the sun was out, brighter than it has been in a week. In fact, it was difficult to find a cool and shady place to rest. Of course...the plants love it so! The greenery below was just a bundle of shoots springing from a bulb two weeks ago, can you believe it? It's been remarkable to watch the transformation of the life around me changing and forging a new path through the moist, Washington soil, 'til touching the visibly blue gray, yet tactilely imperceptible sky that embraces us all. Seasonal dramas do not play out with such force in Southern California; I see I am lucky God transported me to another home in His creation to teach me to cherish the beauty of context and 'ground' me in His schemed cycles, contented and propelled to praise.

He is the Sun that Brightens Our Lives

Job 11:16-18
16 You will surely forget your trouble,

recalling it only as waters gone by.
17 Life will be brighter than noonday,

and darkness will become like morning.
18 You will be secure, because there is hope;

you will look about you and take your rest in safety.

The sun of spring reminds me that God's love shines upon us all even when we think the clouds will never roll away to reveal the warmth and clarity we so crave.

Where is your fire?

Love, where is your fire?

I've been sitting here smoking away

making signals with sticks and odd ends and bits, but there's no sign of a flame

Imposters have been passing, offering good-feeling glow

but I'm holding out for what you are about - an inferno that burns to the bone

some urge me to be temperate, lukewarm will never do.

'Cos I, I wanna (know I'll) blaze with you

So I'm holding my heart out to you

Holding my heart out

So I stand, handing out torches

speaking words that are lamps to their feet

Til the time when you come an I'm whole and we are one and the fire in me is complete

Some tell me to be moderate but lukewarm will never do

Then a doubt comes to lie at the back of my mind

That I'll offer you me and you'll politely decline (no thank you)

So I hasten to mute it, I'll shout and rebuke it - "away!"

~*~ Love, Where is your fire? by Brooke Fraser