clive_morrisau - Home Is Where The Heart is . . .
GLORIOUS SUNSET
In one of those ‘photographic walk” I had 2 days ago, I hang around the Willow park nearby for over an hour, just waiting for an opportunity to catch the sunset. I took a lot of photos and decided it time was over. Walking home I looked back and give it another “click” and this is it.
Growing up in a little village where we did not have the electricity, dusk for me is always associated with darkness, and sadness. The stillness of the night was deafening when you only hear the sound of crickets and dog barking at times. Thank God for transistor Radios in those days, we were somehow connected to civilization. It is only now, after so much exposure to life in the fastlane, that I long to be back to the Village life I had before. Yet our God had a different way of looking at sunset, as in the following verse: “Psalm 65:8 They who dwell in the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your signs; You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.” NASB
GLORIOUS SUNSET
In one of those ‘photographic walk” I had 2 days ago, I hang around the Willow park nearby for over an hour, just waiting for an opportunity to catch the sunset. I took a lot of photos and decided it time was over. Walking home I looked back and give it another “click” and this is it.
Growing up in a little village where we did not have the electricity, dusk for me is always associated with darkness, and sadness. The stillness of the night was deafening when you only hear the sound of crickets and dog barking at times. Thank God for transistor Radios in those days, we were somehow connected to civilization. It is only now, after so much exposure to life in the fastlane, that I long to be back to the Village life I had before. Yet our God had a different way of looking at sunset, as in the following verse: “Psalm 65:8 They who dwell in the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your signs; You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.” NASB