Pull up a seat on the beach at Lake Tahoe.
Coastal mossy madrona along the Dipsea Trail. ” … how is the wood of a vine different from that of a branch from any of the trees in the forest?” Or a blanket of moss from leaves?
Azalea or rhododendron? “Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come …”
Texture on the hiking trail
Texture of light and brick in Sacramento
And what about the elastic texture of time? It flies smoothly when having fun, yet drags roughly when dutifully dogging work.
I’ve not had time to capture or create an image to express this taffy-pull challenge of returning to work, that necessary reality tugging time from photography. And, therein lies the rub of my existential Which Way Photo Challenge: take time to make a living or make time to take a photo.
All hail the end of the COVID-battical!
“… the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!”
Outdoor dining at Winnemucca Lake, Round Top Mountain ahead
“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.”
After the bloom … before deep winter … red-gold leaves on December’s flowering pear tree. “For every thing, there is a season ….”
Whatever is true and pure … focus there … and give thanks.
… and the Word was with God and the Word was God