This kid loves fireworks so very much... watching him love them makes me love him even more.
The Creator I believe in is an amazing artist...
The light and the colors made me want to just sit and be in this moment. Then somebody spilled their water jar...
"A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms." -unknown
The symmetry of the lines in the huge field, the smell of the berries, and the warm sunshine made me stop and stare and never want to leave.
So much beauty in Savannah, Georgia. All the hidden gardens and gates...
Excuse me... may I come in please?
Slow mornings spent with caffeine and prayers...
Beauty within the art... this image shows so much more than kids painting eggs. It shows my people and their kids, who are now my kids' people. So thankful for our people we do life with!
Beautiful trees... funny photobomber.
When I observe your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you set in place, what is a human being that you remember him, a son of man that you look after him? Psalms 8:3-4
The paint on our old church pew out back used to be charmingly chippy... now it's moved to beyond repair... makes me sad we let it go out this way... but it's still really pretty to look at.
"He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe is as good as dead; his eyes are closed." Albert Einstein
The number of shells washed up on the beach. The black and white patterns. The sounds of them crushing as you walked over them.
I walk past this corner so many times a day, but not a lot in the evenings when the light is filtering in... Today drew me in to read the quote and ponder...
The light shining off of his sick bowl made me stop and stare. Finding beauty in the midst of the flu isn't easy... but its there. And it helps not to dwell on the stink of the situation.
This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light and there is no darkness in him. 1 John 1:5
Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand. -Henry David Thoreau