Friday, January 18, 2008
Take A Walk With Me
Take a walk with me as I stroll across my beloved land, along fence lines, in the pasture, in the trees and behind the barns. Hands cold, eyes searching, being filled with peace and the joy of simplicity. Each breath I take a present miracle, each glance a holy experience where the very nature of God is clear to me. In the house, the camera lens fogs up in the heat of the wood stove, an ethereal sight
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...