Outdoor dining at Winnemucca Lake, Round Top Mountain ahead
For every bark, there is a season.
“a season for every activity under the heavens: … a time to uproot …
… a time to tear down …
… a time to scatter …
… a time to embrace … and a time for peace.”
… on the moss tops of the rocks outside my window today, teasing me to catch the light as it danced into and reflected from the moss. I never quite tagged it.
“Come and see the works of God, Who is awesome in His deeds toward the sons of man.”
… now is the bridge. “The future’s not ours to see … “
The wheel of history at Marshall Gold Discovery Park, Coloma, California
The final view on a hike in Hidden Falls Regional Park.
Boulders tumbled up along Lake Tahoe’s shore
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge — Piled up
“the wisdom that comes from above is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere.”
“Peacemakers who sow in peace shall reap a harvest of righteousness.”
I hate speech? … I hate-speech?
“The tongue also is a fire … it corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.”
Serenity on ice … socially distanced … frozen and docked … and the skaters still skate.
After the bloom … before deep winter … red-gold leaves on December’s flowering pear tree. “For every thing, there is a season ….”
Guardrail fencing zigzags up the walkway ramp over Highway 50
Caught in the chain links
For unto us a child is born … the government will be on his shoulders. And he shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Posts, chain, grain, and wire up close in black and white
Whatever is true and pure … focus there … and give thanks.
What is your life? Days vanishing like smoke . . . strength fading . . . and always remembered.
At the top of the world, little grows in the dead of winter … and yet the sun brings forth hope.