Weaving words of grace and gratitude through the fabric of my photography, I wish to share the everyday miracles of God's creation. Writing with a blend of curiosity, discovery, and spirituality, I invite the reader-viewer along a trail of words and images; thoughtfully selected and graciously given.
At the edge of these winter woods, vertically black and white; Sharp. Stark. Reality. Unlike these winter words, horizontally white and black; ideas naked as tree trunks, mere suggestions, once crystallized, now melting into illusion.
An ornamental moon emerges yellow from the lake; grows white as it climbs the trees. I stand alone on the shore as dusk wraps around my shoulders. A band of rippled moonlight captures my gaze, embraces my emotions, touches my soul. I reach out to contact the creator.
How many hundreds of thousands of dark green spires of Lodgepole Pines needle the sky in this broad basin?
Highlighted by November snows, they clothe the rising foothills, stand perfectly vertical on steepening slopes, climb to the timberline on North Arapaho Peak, withstand winter winds, remain ever green.
Serve as models of perseverance as we bend under life's strains, lean into biting winds, fade from once colorful selves.
Yielding to the years, weathering with grace, faithful to the end. Tapering, arrow straight pointing to heaven everlasting. A thousand thousand points of praise.
"Even if the externals of life resemble a drought, inside we have the ever-flowing living water of the Holy Spirit. Of all the word pictures employed in the Bible to depict the Spirit, a river of living water ranks among the most powerful. He is seen as the source of vitality and abundance in our lives. Like a continually moving stream, He flows through us, performing His sanctifying work of transforming us into the image of Christ."