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In September, a cold front had just arrived with snow hard on its heels. In the time it took to set up my tripod ice formed along the banks of this tarn on the skirt of Mt. Evans. I got the picture and high-tailed it home.
When I awoke, the glancing day looked gay;
The air said: Fare you fleetly; you will meet him!
And when the prosp'rous sun was well begun,
I heard a bird say: Sweetly you shall greet him!
The sun fell strong and bold upon my shoulder;
It hung, it clung as it were my friend's arm.
The birds fifed on before, shrill-piping pipers,
Right down to town; and there they ceased to charm.
And there I wandered till the noon came soon,
And chimed: The time is hastening with his face!
Sly twilight said: I bring him; wait till late!
But darkness harked forlorn to my lone pace.
Explored Dec. 15, 2007
Farewells and promises are so inseparably intertwined. Lost in relationship, one can scarcely tell them apart. I suppose it’s odd then that farewells sadden us so, while promises bring us joy. But perhaps this is easily known as departures are so often softened by promises of return.
Of course returns are promises kept.
I think it’s profound that not only do farewells contain promises, but are sometimes promises being kept. I really don’t think I can adequately express my thoughts here, but it occurs to me that so many promises made in the arriving are proven faithful in the leaving.
Somehow, for me, Dawns and Dusks, Sunrises and Sunsets, are quite the example of this. Sunsets are intensely beautiful, but they are farewells, every one of them. In fact, they are farewells to a promise made by the dawn. A promise of new mercies, fresh starts, light and life, that is framed and proven in the pensive contemplation of the beauty of sunset. The sunset provides the beautiful keeping of the promise and a moment for eucharistic delight and grateful reflection on the day that was given.
The sunset says farewell with a promise of dawn, and the delivery will be made in beauty equal to the promise.
Sunrise and Sunset
Farewells and promises,
but which is the promise,
and which, the farewell?
The Lord keeps watch over you as you go out and come in,
both now and forever.
I drove out to Kelly's Slough the other day even though I knew rain was coming. I made it to Middle Grove Lutheran Church and was gonna wait out the rain in my car. As the rain was ending, I notice there was a rainbow in the sky. So I grabbed my camera and ran out in the sprinkles to get a few shots.
Here's the rainbow over the church. I stitched two shots together and although the field of view looks small, with the two photos stitched together cover a field of probably about 120 degrees. The rainbow was really big.
My ring shot with my iPhone 6 late one night before bed using equipment or stuff around my bed. No editing done.
Enamel shield on a wooden panel , found on a French flea market . Text in French , translation (by this non-native speaker) :" I shall bless all the places where the image of my heart will be exposed and honored" .
(for Flickr Friday - theme : My heart will go on ; and for 7DWF - theme : Hearts)
As promised, I had the girls put on the lovely candy bracelet that was given to them as gifts from dear Oung :)
Both me and the M&M twins love it ^^
i know i know..i'm way way behind on visiting your stream..i promise i will catch up with you real soon...
Think these must have been grown in a greenhouse as nothing else seems to be growing at the moment!
[Explored] Took a year off from Explore, think someone's at Flickr has leant on the switch again.
HCS!
I’ve always been interested in flying, weather, and the interaction of sunlight and clouds... the Earth, from on high, can be pretty amazing. This image shows two things I’ve never before seen from the air... virga, which is rain that evaporates before it reaches ground, and rainbows. It was taken Saturday between what appears to be about 10-12,000 feet over North Dallas as we’re descending for landing at DFW in the next 15 minutes.
Though they’re not exactly a rarity, from my experience, everyone seems to react similarly to rainbows... with awe and excitement. I’ve never heard anyone say, “Ugh! Another rainbow.” There’s likely good reason for that, as stated in Genesis 9:16, “The rainbow shall be in the cloud, and I will look on it to remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is on the earth.” Before you scoff at this, you should know that at some point in the history of this planet, the atmospheric pressure (and therefore temperature) was much higher than it currently is... a rainbow may not have been possible in those conditions. The flood changed that and the rainbow became a symbol of promise.
Our final destination was Colorado Springs, Colorado. We were there for the interment of Joyce’s Aunt Chris at the United States Air Force Academy Cemetery. Chris was the wife of General Horace Wade, who was Joyce’s mother’s older brother. Though they both had walked in lofty places throughout their lives, Chris and Horace upheld their modest and humble beginnings from the small town where they grew up in Magnolia, Arkansas. He had predeceased Chris by 13 years, and now they would be together again. Ironically, Aunt Chris lived in Macon, Georgia, only about 15 minutes away from my dad in Juliette, Georgia. I had gotten to know her well since my time with Joyce. We were able to visit with her just shortly before she died at age 97... she is among the last of a great generation, a generation of promise to us all.
Horace began his career as a B-24 pilot in World War II, where he saw action in the European, African, and Japanese Theaters. He also flew B-17s and B-29s then as a command pilot... he eventually flew B-36s, B-47s, and finally B-52's before his retirement. With more than 8,450 hours of flying time during his service, he was quite good at it... he was at home with views like this. After the war, he worked closely with General Curtis LeMay to establish the U.S. Air Force out from the Army Air Corp. General Wade was also an advocate for education, and has both an innovation and education award named for him. He also helped to found the Air Force Academy, a promise to generations to come.
What most folks don’t seem to know is that once someone reaches command rank in the services, the first two general stars come from the service itself... the third and fourth stars come from Congress, where not just the recipient, but the family, is vetted for the utmost in character. The reason for that is that higher ranking generals, and often their families, also serve somewhat as ambassadors. Horace rose to the rank of General (designated 4-star rank), and served as Chief of Staff, Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, in the time of the “Cold War”.
Ambassadors are not kings or presidents. Their function is to carry the message of such people to leaders of other lands. Chris took that role seriously, though often hilariously. She planned many events and functions that brought together such leaders and other ambassadors from many foreign nations. Often she would arrange for adversaries and antagonists to be seated together at these events... and just as often, those folks would leave together in lighthearted conversation, respectful of each other. I wish the world were more capable of that now.
Chris told us of a particular incident at a Christmas party that involved many of the world’s movers and shakers. There was also a young girl there, and she had received a present that no one seemed to be able to figure out... it was the game of jacks. In front of everyone, Chris hiked up her evening gown, got down on her knees, and showed the little girl how to play jacks. She said that her husband was ominously quiet on the ride home that night, so she asked him point-blank what she had done wrong. “Nothing”, he said. “I was just wondering how you knew how to play jacks.” Apparently, growing up in quintessential small-town America has its advantages.
She was an unassuming woman in extraordinary times, though she could be stunningly outspoken when the need arose. Though short in stature, she stood tall, as did many in that great generation. I wonder what they would think of so god-less and narcissistic a generation as I’ve witnessed of late. Eighteenth Century British writer and lawyer, Alexander Fraser Tytler, Lord Woodhouselee, describes the inevitable cycle of society in this way:
•From bondage to spiritual faith
•From spiritual faith to great courage
•From great courage to strength
•From strength to liberty
•From liberty to abundance
•From abundance to leisure
•From leisure to selfishness
•From selfishness to complacency
•From complacency to apathy
•From apathy to dependence
•From dependence to weakness
•From weakness back to bondage
Where do you suspect we are along that timeline? Perhaps it's time to get back to a generation that understands why rainbows, however intangible, are nothing less than a promise.
This is the first rose to appear on this new rose bush and it shows some of the wear and tear of planting and handling. However, the scent is wonderful and the next rose should be perfection.
Winner of a 2009 All America Rose Selection, this splendid hybrid tea of softest pink is more than just a beautiful flower. This Pink Promise rose is the official rose of the American Breast Cancer Foundation, with a portion of every sale donated to this cause.
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Two young girls looking down at the crowd as they wait their turn to perform at the Discover India Festival in Heritage Square.
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Phoenix
This was the toughest episode of YDIL that I have pulled together! It took weeks to complete! This is the finale for season 3 and I though it would be nice to include these wedding photos!
This was the toughest episode of YDIL that I have pulled together! It took weeks to complete! This is the finale for season 3 and I though it would be nice to include these wedding photos!
I'm weary of traveling the middle earth but every now and then I get a glimpse of the promised land. It gives me courage to carry on the fight. –Chronicles of Ertirdil
