No flash, no filters. Things move in the light quickly. The light moves quickly, too.
A chance few moments out of doors . . .
Supper awaits, but it’s better to feed the eyes first.
If there is meaning to it all only a wise soul can translate the feeling into words.
Give thanks! Give thanks! This is all my tiny mind comes up with and even these thoughts fade with the sun and the indoor cares–dishes to wash, fires to built.
Only minutes before, the sky was ordinary. The sheep were ready to be reunited with their goat friends after a day in the summer garden.
The ducks waddled towards the coop they invade each night, much to the annoyance of the chickens.
If I’d gone in a minute earlier the mundane beauty of the animals would have been enough.
Yet sometimes we are treated to more than enough, and every once in a while we remember to bring our camera.
Psalm 19:1,2—The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours out speech and night to night reveals knowledge.