Interruption

Sit a while... peruse a book... chat with a friend... contemplate wonder and the mysteries of life.

He Stills the Storms to a Whisper ~ Ps 107:29

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His works in vain:
God is His own interpreter
And He will make it plain.

Henry Cowper, eighteenth-century Poet

Stand of Trees (Prospect)

If you looked straight across - eye level - at this raging river it would appear daunting. But, looking from above, it almost appears as a gentle stream. Much in the same way, if we view life's problems by looking down upon them, they will have less power over us. Perspective gives us a fresh lens.

Tree-lined Path of Graves

Fern Maple in Fall Colors

Ghostly Trees I & II

Ancient Rock Man [Plasticized]

Lithia Park Pathway (Photo Watercolor)

Silken Petals

Bruised Edges
Lightly Grace
Silken Petals.
Her Dulcet Nectar
Remains...

Jagged Moments

Coral Infusion

Gilded Craters Liquified

Friends

From my new "Friends"
Greeting Card Collection

Naked Path

Trees in Winter

Ducks in Hiding

A steely-blue settles over Ashland.
Immersed in winter's chill;
Lithia Park ducks take cover.

Simply Blue

Troubadour

Dusk's amber light falls on an Ashland troubadour

Troubadour I - Lower Duck Pond

Footbridge