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.
Clouds are clearing as dusk darkens. Stars, invisible in daylight, renew their familiar geography.
Mystery is pulsing through the universe. The night wind whispers through the trees.
Echoes from the past embrace my heart and mind. My soul is still listening to the voice of God. The Holy Spirit within offers words of inspiration. I've traveled many years to get here, and still, I await the blessed hope.
The steady pull of the river carries you toward the future, proposing your purpose; dropping the residue of regret, now accumulating unseen in the silt of the riverbed. Rounded wrinkles swirl on the surface; appearing and disappearing.
The fluid edges of light bending blue and gold. Like opportunities for change sliding over the smooth current of the present. Slowing down, taking some time to see what else
Like the wake of a boat, the effect of our lives expands, unrolls, long after we've left.
The long-lived ripples all point to the source; whether credit or blame, generous or selfish, love shared or withheld. Moments and memories move out in silver arcs eventually slipping away, leveling out into tranquility. Our course still determined by our source: our ever-loving God.