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.”
The final view on a hike in Hidden Falls Regional Park.
“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.”
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.
At the top of the world, little grows in the dead of winter … and yet the sun brings forth hope.
Winter’s a beach
Reflections on the mists of creation.
… Let the…dry land appear.”
Letting the fall flags fly
… and there was light
Welcome, Dawn of the New Year, Golden Promise!
From darkness, leap over fog and into the heavens.
“Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea.” Rev. 21:1 (NIV)