Tag Archives: thoughts
A Dove Song
Your prayers are like my prayers, earnest and weeping, more like a cry than a song. Morning’s mourning and evening’s coo, threads the raw pieces of my day into the whole fabric of my life.
Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hands That Fathered
I can’t let this challenge go by without another “hands.” When I think of hands, I think of my father. He had huge farmer hands. They were typically stained with field dirt and oil from working with machinery; and inevitably, … Continue reading
Thought for the Day: In the balance
It is interesting that in the balance of things a thousand kindnesses can be outweighed by a single unkind deed or word. ~Lilly
Moonscape Xeriscape
It has been an ordeal trying to grow anything green in our backyard. With a combination of desert blistering heat and the workmen’s leftover whatevers that make the soil like concrete, it has been a struggle for years. We have gardened, … Continue reading
Hot Chili—Cool!
We have been using the same canned chili for over 38 years! Amazing! When Kel and I first met, we lived in a ministry commune (Think: Jesus freaks, no Kool-Aid involved.). Someone in the house bought this chili and used … Continue reading
Behind the Headlines
“Three fast-food workers were found shot to death Wednesday . . .” “An explosion caused by a leaking propane tank leveled a house, killing a woman . . .” “A young actor was found dead in a hotel . … Continue reading
The Small Pleasures of Surprise
Smaller and smaller, tighter and tighter, see what cannot be seen, the breathless wonder of design. Slower and slower, lighter and lighter, give up the big burdens to the small pleasures of surprise.
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?
Thought for the Day: Photography
I just read this tidbit in my free on-line digital photography school tutorial. “The hyperfocal distance is defined as the focus distance which places the maximum allowable circle of confusion at infinity.” I definitely have the circle of confusion part … Continue reading
Nowhere and Everywhere
It’s a tired old mountain surrounding us, a tired old man with bristly pine whiskers, who lays down on his side in rumpled clothes—lays down to sleep soundly, sinking deeper into the rocky Canadian Shield, a Rip Van slumber. The … Continue reading
