"You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands."
(Isaiah 55:12)
Well, metaphorically speaking, the trees were doing just that when I stepped out into the creation early one morning a few weeks ago. I was up before the dawn to capture a sunrise in one of my favourite places. Since I hadn't calculated the time of the sun's appearance very well, I arrived in almost pitch darkness. 'Sunrise' was a bad news/good news story - the early morning mist was so thick that the sun was unable to break through for several hours. However, it was easy to experience the peace Isaiah wrote about (above) as I wandered about in silence.
I'm only now coming back to processing my raw photos of that morning (I will post some misty scenes at another time). It was not by happenstance that I 'discovered' another area on my way home, although a road closure forced me there. I happily scrambled through brush and over rocks with Keera (see Jan. post) to see scenes like this:
And only a few days before, we experienced the joy of grandchildren (another gift of God) as they experienced the joy of riding in the rumble seat of a car from a bygone era:
If you're not familiar with Isaiah 55, take 3 minutes to read it here - it's an open invitation to peace and joy for all.
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands."
(Isaiah 55:12)
Well, metaphorically speaking, the trees were doing just that when I stepped out into the creation early one morning a few weeks ago. I was up before the dawn to capture a sunrise in one of my favourite places. Since I hadn't calculated the time of the sun's appearance very well, I arrived in almost pitch darkness. 'Sunrise' was a bad news/good news story - the early morning mist was so thick that the sun was unable to break through for several hours. However, it was easy to experience the peace Isaiah wrote about (above) as I wandered about in silence.
I'm only now coming back to processing my raw photos of that morning (I will post some misty scenes at another time). It was not by happenstance that I 'discovered' another area on my way home, although a road closure forced me there. I happily scrambled through brush and over rocks with Keera (see Jan. post) to see scenes like this:
And only a few days before, we experienced the joy of grandchildren (another gift of God) as they experienced the joy of riding in the rumble seat of a car from a bygone era:
10 comments:
Wonderful Scripture passage, Rick, and your photos are breathtaking!
bonjour Rick ! quelles merveilles ces images, ces couleurs !
so wonderful ! I love the têtes blondes in that gorgeous car! it seems une image d'autrefois on that path in the middle of trees !
wonderful post Rick
big bisous
That is a beautiful area Rick. That last photo is a beauty.
Your photos are beautiful Rick and the grandchildren in the rumble seat a gift indeed. Beautiful post. B
My goodness, these are beautiful, Rick.
I especially love the first one.
Happy day to you!
Such gorgeous photos Rick! And I remember that song from many years ago too. How fun for the grands to ride in a rumble seat!
Wow!
You live in a blessed place.
Spectacular captures of God's beautiful creation.
Hoi Rick,
dit zijn hele mooie foto;s en je hebt ze ook heel mooi bewerkt.
De kleuren zijn geweldig, het water mooi rustig en ook de auto met je kleinkinderen erin is een zegen om zo te mogen zien en beleven.
Hartelijke groeten, Helma
Hi,
very beautiful colours...and emotions.
J+C
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