I am not much of a photographer, but when I get in the mood for it, the camera is with me every where I go.
We recently spent a few days in the country. I mean the real country, not the outskirts of suburbia where people have a couple acres, a few chickens and a garden box. I don’t mean to denigrate that lifestyle (I’ll take it over this concrete jungle), but when you spend some time in the real back woods, you see the difference in ways you wouldn’t otherwise.
Anyways, while there I couldn’t help but find myself taking pictures of the scenery before our return to real life of suburban sprawl. There’s plenty I love about our life, but the difference between roosters, goats, and crickets in the morning compared to car doors, garbage trucks, and planes flying overhead is pretty startling.
Going outside in the early AM to calm, quiet, and a breeze rustling the trees is pretty exhilarating.
Little touches outside the front door to remind you of the glory of God give me the warm fuzzies:
The decor in our house is pretty contemporary, but I loved this lamp:
Spending a few days in a log cabin, built by the hands of a loved one, with wood from trees he cut and harvested-with his wife!- made it all the more special:
It was sublime really, but there still is no place like home, and the very next evening after we arrived home my husband pulled over to the side of the road to snap this picture of the dusk sunset:
These are truly times which try men’s souls, to borrow from Thomas Paine. Nevertheless, there is always beauty to be found for those who dare to look.There is always something to be thankful for.
Finally… whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things. ~Philippians 4:8