Foliage

Firstly, 'foliage' is sort of a funny word to me. It rolls off the tongue, yet sounds strangely complex. Ah, well...
I took this photo outside of my office on Friday. There was a break in the rain and the sun's rays were hitting the trees in a most beautiful way. I love how much variation there is in color...a bit of green remaining, some yellow, bronze and nearly copper. It's simply amazing!
Thanks God for such variety in everyday life!

Photo from a foggy morning

Here is a photo of a spiderweb I took last week after taking Norman out for his duties. It had been a foggy morning, not much in the way of raindrops, though. This is the best of about six tries...and I still don't think it's super.

I just had to try though!

So many little details in the world nodding to our Creator.

Just a couple days later I saw these on my blog-friend, Isadora's blog. Check them out--check out her blog! She's my dose of Hungary every day. :)

Pretty Thoughts

This photo isn't the best...I am trying to learn how to use light in my favor in photography, but seriously, it is not easy.

It is a photo of my PartyLite Hurricane Jar Candle...cinnamon scent. It is sitting on top of my Hungarian Embroidered Doily. Yah...they call it a doily or a cloth. Let's go with cloth. It is sitting on my Hungarian Embroidered Cloth :)

As the candle burned to the end and all the wax was liquefied--it made this beautiful glow on the cloth. I literally sat and just watched the light dancing on the cloth...I even made a little video of it.

As I watched the light and the color my mind was calm. I have had so many opportunities to truly experience beauty. Where I live now has beauty...yet, I long for the mountains I know.

I miss the Rockies...I miss Colorado, Wyoming, Montana...the places I know. The ones I can see in the blink of an eye. The ones I can traverse without road maps. I miss the smell of the forests...the feel of the earth...the sounds of rushing water, spurting geysers, mud pots and hot springs.

I miss being there...and the freedom...the freedom that draws me back...again and again.

Much like the thunder I have described in the past...these mountains emanate with the aroma of our creator. Nowhere else have I walked with God, seen the Spirit dancing in the wind...the Lord's justice in the massive fires lapping at the skies, His hand of comfort in the waterfalls rhythmically crashing into the chiseled earth.

Freedom...joy...peace.

Some things never change...

This evening while I was cooking up some supper I decided to open up the house for some air since it has finally cooled off a bit!

As I was puttering about I heard one of my favorite things: THUNDER!!!

I went out to the porch...and soaked in the energy. There wasn't really much rain involved and the whole thing was rather brief. It was only a little taste of the the storms of the AZ desert and the CO mountains that I love. Though these brief interludes of amazing-ness only whet my longing for the powerful and beautiful storms I miss so much...I cherish them.

It is in these moments, much like when sitting on top of a mountain peak overlooking all creation...that I am so utterly reminded of the beauty and power of our Creator.

Life can seem overly busy-hectic-all encompassing-even important. It is in these interludes that I find myself grounded...utterly mesmerized by what is important--and that isn't me.

What is it that keeps you grounded?

: )