I am driven to write. There is no exception even when unhappy with my words. I can not compare myself to those that have editors or proofreader’s to read their work before it is published. I even hate freshly pressed endorsed by this platform.
Why do I write these days? I received that lone comment that gives me pause. Hearing from a woman dealing with two rare brain tumors brought tears to my eyes. She seems to have a strong will and a determination in her spirit. If you are reading this, I am glad you decided to follow me.
We need to learn to let go. We hold onto things way too long that needs to be released. I decided recently I need to start judging. Yep. You heard right. Judge.
After carefully thinking through this, I am judging it all. How you taste inside me? What drew me to you? Where this will take me? It is true good or bad and now I am OK with judging. Watch out. I may prematurely put you to the test.
I photographed a weed. Seriously this is one. What do you see? I see a seed of beauty.
Nature alone has a way of simplying God to me. Jesus alone is grace in action.
Spring is on. Enjoying the sights of the State of Alabama and thinking today of God’s beauty and this small country church illustrating just that.
Bird you are so beautiful and God has not forgot the least of these.
This is another weed. What looks ugly from a distance is beautiful when you take the time to look at the detail.
Jesus has Risen. Tomorrow many of us will remember this highlight of the Christian Walk. Thank you for stopping by. I appreciate all of you of different belief systems. I am grateful for the beauty of Photography and how it wows me. May you be wowed in your own way.
I was born on Maxwell Air Force Base in Alabama. We left when I was six months old. My parents weren’t from Alabama. When dad retired from the army, we moved back from Hawaii in the 70’s. Last week, I celebrated my 54th birthday here for the first time in 25 years. I wonder what has changed in all those years.
St. Augustine, Florida is a well preserved city. Along the Matanza River which is the main entrance into St. Aug., my friend and I saw extensive marsh areas where habitat can live. As one who enjoys nature, I found this body of water a must see. What makes it so interestingly dark is that its name actually means killings! Since St Aug. is the oldest surviving european city, many battles took place where many people were slaughtered. Chaos was nothing new to this area in its over 450 year history.