” Summer breeze , makes me feel fine , blowing through the jasmine in my mind …”
Seals & Croft song, 1972
Enjoy your summer !
Tuesday morning, 0730, western Kansas City, cold and overcast.
Stepped outside to leave for business. The eastern sky startled me. The western sky reassured me.
To see the sun begin to rise in the east and the moon begin to set in the west at the same time is fairly common, but rather special, too. One is so vibrant and the other so soft as it fades away due to the morning’s brilliance.
The cloud dynamic adds a dramatic element to the one, and a firm point of reference to the other…rather like some people do when we encounter them.
Had lunch with a friend of mine today. He is such an encouragement and always looks at each day as simply that…another day. If we screw up, we have another opportunity to do better (assuming we are given the chance). We both have struggled through serious depression about the same number of years and period in time, but he seems to have a firmer grip on what makes one tick and how to respond to the negative thoughts we all succumb to which affects our moods, doubts and self-images. I appreciate him so much.
Just look at the recent tragedies in Vegas and Texas. Talk about warped self-images. How sad for all concerned. In some way, all affected become victims. However, this post isn’t about those terrible incidents. It is more about beauty and awareness and life. It is about overcoming, too. It is meant to encourage instead of discourage. I see flags flying half-mast everywhere and know why, hence, the monologue about recent tragedies. Yet, the flags will fly at full-mast again. So should we after we falter from life’s harsh realities.
I know this statement may seem harsh and even naive to some, but such is not my intent. One never gets over tragedy…one must simply overcome it’s consequences which can be extremely difficult. I have personal experience with this reality. May these photos lift your souls as they did mine when I first witnessed these scenes early this morning.
East to West…emerging to fading…repeating cycle everyday…redemption waiting.
This is a Turkey Vulture. He has his wings outstretched and back to the sun in an effort to warm his entire body. This is a common practice. I happened to see him as I began my early morning walk. I ran back to my car and grabbed my camera. His back was to me, but he didn’t seem to mind that I was walking closer to him.
As I drew closer he turned his head one way and then the other to watch me. He didn’t seem too concerned. The wingspan is typically 6 feet tip-to-tip!
As I stated, he didn’t seemed concerned about my presence and simply went back to exposing his back to the early morning sun. Perhaps he knew he was safe at 35 feet. I happened to meet a couple of gals taking an early morning walk as we looked upon this sight. They said matter-of-factly that this guy perches on their nearby decks daily. No, they don’t appreciate that and consider him ugly and intimidating. I suppose I would, too! However, from this vantage point, I thought him fascinating. Hope you discover something fascinating this week.
Rather large for the Olympic Torch, and too small to actually hold the Sun, but here it is. A large water tower adjacent to a run of high voltage transmission lines. The cloud cover blanketed the sky, except for an area which allowed the sun’s brilliance to shine through.
Timing and location are critical to so many things in life including photography. Once I saw the morning glow from a totally different perspective, I drove to a spot that I was familiar with and waited for the sun to travel along its early morning path. This was the result.
I posted this photo a few years ago and came across it again while searching for another image. It was taken during this time of year and it just drew me in. I hope you like it.
Morning has broken, like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird. Praise for the singing, praise for the morning. Praise for the completeness where His feet pass.
Sweet the rains dewfall, sunlit from Heaven. Like the 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.
This song was made popular in 1971 by British singer, Cat Stevens, and is actually a Christian hymn. The lyrics were penned by Eleanor Farjeon in 1931 and was set to a Scottish Gaelic tune known as Bunessan (Wikipedia source). Many other music artists also recorded this song since Stevens did. Cat Stevens converted to the Muslim faith in 1977 and changed his name to Yusuf Islam. He is best remembered for this hymn. Born in 1948, he is still writing and singing music.