haunt of bees and spiders…
I’m always fascinated by old houses and they stories they could tell.
‘For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, not powers, not height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.’ Romans 8:38-39
…once upon a time in New Zealand, everywhere they built Churches…
Finally no renters left in the old neglected house next door. Overgrown with bushes and ivy, long grass through the cracks in the concrete, and peeling windowsills. We were constantly cutting back branches of the trees and bushes overhanging our boundary fence, especially the privet, which I cursed each spring when it flowered. Today the flippers came, ready to do battle, and I can finally see sky from my kitchen window.
steady whine
of a chainsaw
sun at last
Find the inner you
Gray clouds trail across the sky. In the pale winter sun a flock of geese (Ben Grafström--Akita, Japan)
Sometimes life cries out for a nice break from the daily routine ...... a pie break, so to speak. A time to sit, to listen, to reflect. To taste the sweetness of life.
Art Journey—these works along the way. . . .
Art is the Struggle to Understand
A blog about Sedums, Semps, Succulents and my garden odyssey
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Ps 147:3
Arts resource, sketches and drawings classified by subject
Discover how God works through his creation and Scripture to show us his love.
Words about pictures by Michael Scandling
New Zealand
Author of "Government Property - A Memoir of a Military Wife"
自然に人に思いやりの心を〜
quiet moments in nature
Hundreds of drawings and paintings
Historical Fiction with a touch of Romance
Just a little poetry...
... mobius faith imaging ...
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