Quote & Pic of the Day, No. 3 of 24

The photograph below was taken on the morning of this year’s Spring Equinox, March 20th. What you see is exactly what I witnessed as I pushed the shutter button on my Canon. I couldn’t resist sharing such a stunning and vibrant sky.

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” I believe that every particle of dust that dances in the sunbeam does not move an atom more or less than God wishes- that every particle of spray that dashes against the steamboat has its orbit, as well as the sun in the heavens- that the chaff from the hand of the winnower is steered as the stars in their courses.

The creeping of an aphid over a rosebud is as much fixed as the march of the devastating pestilence- the fall of seer leaves from a poplar is as fully ordained as the tumbling of an avalanche “.    Charles Spurgeon

Quote & Pic of the Day, No. 2 of 24

Well, I remembered to post no. 2…actually, I wrote myself a note to do so just in case I forgot to keep my promise. The very act of writing myself a note solidified my remembering. Whatever works, right? Today is a typical Spring day in our area with mild temperatures and rain on and off. All manner of flowers are shooting up from the dirt and trees are starting to bud out. The grass is turning greener and growing taller. These dynamics reminded me of a photograph of our dog, Carson, that I took last year- a little later in the season. The flowers are nasturtiums, and Carson is a Westie.9-6-8-2014 008

” Courage is not limited to the battle field. The real tests of courage are much quieter. They are the inner tests, like enduring pain when the room is empty or standing alone when you’re misunderstood “.   Chuck Swindoll   (for Greg & Dee)

Quote & Pic of the Day, No. 1 of 24

Have you ever found yourself in an inspirational lull before? That’s where I seem to be at the moment, but I want to write and share…I need to…to help me keep the creative juices flowing. I worked on a post for a couple of days, but felt it to be rather dull so I nixed it. Given my state of mind, I thought I would share some of my favorite quotes, coupled with a photograph which may or may not have a direct correlation to the quote. Many people quote other people, and are very good at it. I follow Moorezart whose website includes posts that have a quote and piece of art represented from that particular artist. I am not attempting to compete with Douglas or copy him. I simply find his posts to be insightful, thought provoking and enjoyable to look at and read. My purpose is similar which is to inspire, perhaps educate, and to be enjoyable to view. I will post a quote starting today and conclude on April 30th. Hence the 24 days. Hope you follow and like each post this month. Comments are welcome. After the quotes are completed, I should be out of my lull and back into the swing of things, so-to-speak. This last sentence is a self-pep-talk. Ha!

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” Nothing is really ours until you share it ”   C.S. Lewis

Humility

5-10-14 034I met a man today who has eleven children. I have two for which I am immensely proud of and grateful for. But, eleven? I can’t wrap my head around that many mouths to feed and bodies to cloth, etc., etc.. I know there are still large families in our culture, although families of this size are not as common as in past generations. I can imagine all of these children gathered around dad and mom like a flock of ducklings is gathered around their mom…hence this photograph I shot at a local park. I felt it inappropriate to photograph some of these children which I have seen. That would have been an affront to their privacy, and I doubt father would have approved.

You must understand the circumstances which aroused my curiosity enough for me to engage the dad. We both work out rather early at a health club during the week, and I see him arrive and leave with about five of his older children whom he brings with him. After witnessing this dynamic enough times, I asked him his name and if he didn’t mind sharing about the children. His name is Travis, and he is thirty-six years old. He and his wife adopted ten of their eleven children. The adopted children are of color while he is not so the contrast is rather evident. Some of the adopted children come from the same biological parents, but Travis was quick to point out that he and his wife are their parents now. I asked him how they came to adopt so many and he simply said that the need was great. That was the end of our conversation, except I let him know that I respected him. I walked away knowing that Travis was a humble man. He could have expounded about the decision to adopt, the difficulties involved, the amount of energy and time and resources it takes to care for these kids, but he didn’t. He simply said there was a great need and he and his wife did their part. I was humbled.

This post really isn’t so much about a thirty-six year old man with ten adopted children, although that is the reality. No, this post is about humility which seems too often to be a dying art in our culture of me-ism. The beauty of humility is that you don’t know the extraordinary things people are doing unless someone draws your attention to him or her. The contrast to this is reflected in our social media where folks can’t get enough of themselves plastered on screens and websites. Athletes, actors and politicians seem to have another special place when it comes to self-promotion. Occasionally, we witness a well-known individual who reflects the trait of true humility. I recall Kevin Durant’s acceptance speech last year for receiving the MVP award in the NBA. Stunningly humble.

There are Travis’ and Kevins’ all over the world. There are young and old, male and female, healthy and the infirmed who exemplify the trait of humility. The great thing about all of these unsung heroes is that we don’t know many of them unless we are close to them and know their deeds and hearts. I am pleased to state that my wife and children are humble which brings me joy. And, I count it a privilege to have met Travis who has reminded me that true heroes do exist. They are all around me…and you!

I Feel the Earth Move Under My Feet

3-12-15 001” I feel the earth move under my feet. I feel the sky tumbling down. I feel my heart start to tremble whenever your around…” 3-12-15 002Carol King wrote and sang this iconic song back in 1971. It was featured on her Tapestry album, along with, It’s Too Late to Turn Back Now, another big hit. For some reason unknown to me, I often think of songs when I see something unusual or that I want to shoot…usually after the image is captured. That’s what came to mind when I down loaded these photos and decided to post them.3-12-15 003As soon as I saw the track hoe loading a dump truck, high atop a large rock and earthen outcropping, I knew I had to immediately stop on the shoulder of the exit ramp and take these pictures. I think it was the dark equipment silhouetted before the beautiful sunrise that grabbed me so strongly. Fortunately, I had my camera next to me which is usually the case, as I am an opportunistic photographer. For those interested, this construction work is but a small piece of a giant redesign of a major interchange which includes the confluence of three highways, located in a southern suburb of Kansas City. This construction, know as Gateway, is the largest single highway construction project that KDOT has ever engineered and attempted. It will take about three years to complete. As you can imagine, there will be orange cones, barricades, closed ramps, traffic jams and fender benders to add to the excitement ! Hopefully, the end result will be worth all the effort and cost.

Hawk Thoughts

3-12-15 014I wonder how many hours and days it has taken this hawk to learn the art of graceful flight. To land atop a pole which provides the best vantage point for searching out prey is instinctive behavior. But, to land correctly, balance in the wind, and turn this way and that takes practice. And, practice takes time.3-12-15 015I wonder what the reason was for this bird of prey to suddenly stand erect, then tilt forward in preparation for flight? Did he see something he wanted or did he not see the prize and decided to move to another location which offered a better view? Or, did he simply become bored? Do birds get bored, anyway? Do they think or merely act as a result of their genetic code? One fact we know is they have great eyesight and lightning fast reflexes.3-12-15 016I wonder if the hawk’s decision to vault off the pole arose purely from instinct or was it a conscious decision? Like a sprinter leaving the starting blocks in a race so this predator leaped from his perch-wings fully outstretched-to swoop down and then rise up again to his next destination. Is there something going on besides the obvious? Nature moves in rhythm: the moon waxes and wanes, the tides go in and out, the sun rises and sets…constantly repeating the same cycles over and over again. I have noticed most, if not all, created life has cyclical aspects to it. Animals do. Birds and fish and insects do. Plants and trees do. And, people do. In many ways we are no different than the rest of God’s creation. However, there is something that sets us apart-something wonderful. It is more than just our souls, because all of God’s creatures must have some sort of soul (at least animals!), although they differ from mans’. We were created in God’s image while the animal kingdom was a created entity which was to be cared for by people. To me, the wondrous difference is that we have been given the ability to enjoy a personal relationship with our Creator! Shaky theology, you say? Perhaps. One day I will know for sure, and hopefully you will, too. In the meantime, I will try to keep my spirit flying as high as I possibly can. I do admit there are times when this can be very difficult. I think wings would help…a lot.3-12-15 017

Brown Sugar

Sunlit Horse 2-26-15 006 She stands about fourteen hands tall with a whisky-barrel-colored coat of velvet, and a white striped forehead from eyes to nose. Her pose is strong and steady; her eyes fixed and curious; her breath like steam from a locomotive. The morning sun illuminates her form like a yellow halo. This mare stands like a majestic statue overlooking hallowed ground. She patrols her triangular parcel of pasture with grandeur. Even her grazing is graceful. She is the equivalent of an equine Joan of Arc: brawny, brave and beautiful.Sunlit Horse 2-26-15 011I fell in love with this girl the first time I laid eyes on her a couple of years ago. It was winter then, as it is now. Snow covered the ground. As I passed by the pasture and noticed her, I stopped, just as I did yesterday. On both occasions I got out of the Jeep with camera in hand. Then, she came to me and we talked a moment. This time she kept her distance, but was unafraid…she simply wanted to continue grazing. A freight train passed behind her and a caravan of cars in front, yet she didn’t flinch. I guess we all become accustomed to our surroundings. I don’t know about you, but I think she looks the same now as two years ago. Lovely, isn’t she? I think I’ll call her Brown Sugar.???????????????????????????????

The Melt

2-21-15 011 I tried so hard, my dear, to show that you’re my every dream                Yet you’re afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme                      A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart                   Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me                 But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory                              The more I learn to care for you, the more we drift apart                       Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

Hank Williams, the legendary country singer, wrote and recorded this song, Cold Cold Heart, in 1951 (he was 27 and died two years later).  Rather than recite all four stanzas, I copied the first and the last. The two middle stanzas simply reveal more about the confusion and heartache expressed in these lyrics. As I gazed at the melting ice from our trees this past Saturday morning, I grabbed my camera and went outside to take several shots. For some reason this song-which I haven’t heard in years-came to mind. I suppose it may have been the cold temperatures finally warming and the melting ice which caused this song to arise to my consciousness. After some self-evaluation, I asked myself how do the lyrics of a sad ballad correlate to a beautiful act of nature…for it was a grand sight to witness the frozen tree branches shed their layer of ice and drip with the new life of cool water. The melting ice glittered like diamonds under spotlights!2-21-15 005Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I began to understand the link. There is beauty all around us, but at the same time there can be ugliness, pain and sorrow. Paradoxical, isn’t it? Joy and pain, beauty and the beast, clarity and confusion-all can co-exist. Where love is found, hate is not far behind. Where peace abounds, conflict can be just around the corner. And where some relationships nurture and grow, others can wilt and die on the vine. Such is the result of a fallen world. But, alas, our lives don’t have to exist in a state of bitterness, heartache, failure or confusion. True, these are our realities at times, but they don’t have to define us. I am not advocating that we ignore the negatives for that is wishful thinking. As difficult as it can be at times we must face the trials head on, hang on to an anchor of hope (for me this anchor is Christ) and endure. Strive to find beauty in this world, even when you feel abandoned, are depressed or lonely, are being seriously misunderstood or may be grieving. Light will shine again; hold on and wait for the melt.2-21-15 013

Morning Lights

2-6-15 016 Good morning! I had the privilege of witnessing another stunning sunrise earlier today. In the eastern sky was the sun peaking above the horizon and to the west the moon was fading down towards the opposite horizon. I wondered how I could have captured both with one photograph, but lacked the knowledge, the equipment, and most importantly, the perspective, as both were approximately 165 degrees apart in our midwestern sky.2-6-15 011 Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlight from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God’s recreation of the new day.

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first day.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning.

By Eleanor Farjeon, Songs of Praise, 19312-6-15 013