Tag Archives: sunset
Though blackness comes . . .
Though blackness comes, and it will; though vision is seared with haze, and it is– the stock in trade of soul-stealers; there is light beyond the layers of doubt, hope above the clouds. In You , oh, Lord, do I put … Continue reading
Weekly Photo Challenge: Blue
These Joshua tree photos are so blue, you may think they are depressed. But I think they are worshiping, arms raised, prickles and all. Mmm, a lesson there?
Migraine Morning
Just getting over a migraine, and this is how my brain feels–though not so pink!
Into the Wild, Blue, Pink, and Yellow Yonder
The airforce is at it again, playing games with the moon, tic-tac-toe and follow the leader, weaving contrails in and around, over and under and through. Sounds like Grover.
Nothing New Under the Sunset
We just had another glorious sunset. Is that too superlative or maybe too cliché? Okay, it was totally awesome, dude–mmm . . . or maybe pretty, in an exclamation point kind of way. That’s it! I need to speak in punctuation … Continue reading
The Battle of Wounded Me
Consider: 1. A hiccup is as painful as a sneeze. Not that you could stop either even if you wanted to. 2. Right turns in the car are the worst, so have husband only turn left. It could be a long ride … Continue reading
California Fire
I squeeze my digital self between pesky houses that would try to block my flaming California sky– threads and cords of cloud set afire by a descending sun. Zoom, zoom. Through skinny fingered branches, I catch the horizon of my … Continue reading
I Could Eat Sherbet
Crystalline strands threaded across this sherbet sky. If I had a big enough spoon, I think I would eat you up!
In the Pink . . . and Orange and Gold and Maroon and . . .
Last night’s sunset was a dilly! When the winds came in, the cloud formations starting getting interesting; then the color came. We were driving, so all the color shots were from a moving car. I was stopped briefly on the … Continue reading
In the Pink
When I am blue, there is healing in the pink. When barbed darkness presses down, a crushing breath-taker, I can look up to these ribbons of wonder, remembering redemption is nearer than I can imagine.
