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.
I walk into these woods; green upon green, shade upon shade, under a summer canopy, inside a living tapestry, with Spirit voices singing: "In my father's house are many mansions." ~ John 14:2
Entering the twilight of my life, I'm walking through mountains of memory, searching for treasures to be illuminated, slowing down for a longer look. Following this path I'm now on, pursuing my passion for the word; spoken to me and through me. Pulling something from the invisible; making it visible. Drawing something from the silence to let it be heard. Accepting the invitation to praise his creation. Using these gifts to give the glory back to God. Pouring humble words onto this page from the vessel of my soul.
This morning I plan to drive the country roads in my old pickup; scanning fence posts and barbed wires for the sun-yellow breast of the Meadowlark.
It's a worthy goal to pursue, on this fine Saturday morning with nothing better to do. Would you like to ride along? Grab your binoculars, let's go. Together, we can see more.