Are abundant … But quality trumps quantity.
Comprise, compliment, buttress …. Empower.
And serve as a fortress.
From those obstacles that would otherwise separate one from what lies on the horizon…
I walked with deliberation, my steps were earnest.
But, I was compelled to stop.
It was only me.
I knelt …
Feeling the cold sand between my fingers as I wrote out my proclamation.
A declaration, a humble acknowledgement.
That receipt of a long elusive gift…
That I’ve longed for …
Ever since I could remember.
I claimed it…
I sat down, smiling contently.
As I pulled it into my orbit.
As I comb through the 200+ pictures of my travels on Hawaii’s big island, I can’t deny the magical quality of the images. Magical in the sense that I can recall the thoughts rushing through my head at the time of taking the picture as I lazily flick through each image in the present.
I sat on these rocks with the ocean lapping under my feet, lost in my thoughts, oblivious to the ebb of time. Realizing that… I never wanted to go back to the mainland.
Everywhere I looked the lush vegetation waved in the omnipresent breeze lulling me into a willing trance. As if they were asking me, “why would you ever go back to what you left?
If I didn’t know any better I’d swear that I heard “insanity” whispered in my ear by the wind.
The more I think about it, the more I am prone to believe that the wind may have had me pegged.
As I comb through the 200+ pictures of my travels on Hawaii
The rejuvenating powers of water are often taken for granted, ignored or not even considered a factor. Just being in the presence of it has provided me with more clarity on many of the issues that I found myself grappling with at the time throughout my life.
These pictures feature some of the most serene dumping grounds for the problems that have saw fit to cross my path, only to be drowned in the depths, thankfully.
The world that we live in is toxic at best. In order to have any semblance of sanity is to develop some type of mechanism to cleanse ourselves from that which which wear away at the very core of who we are. Years ago I found that escape in nature, it is a dumping ground for the madness that is often my everyday existence.
In the absence of noise pollution and the sensory overload of the urban jungle I find peace…
At first glance you wouldn’t think that Baltimore’s Herring Run Park is polluted and that is recommended that people not come in contact with the water, but it is. Amazingly, this doesn’t take away from the solace that many parts of it holds.
Gunpowder Falls is one of the most beautiful places in Maryland. It never ceases to amaze me how each area is vastly different that the next. The beauty of how the silence envelopes you, is without equal.
Looking out at the Chesapeake from North Point State Park is nothing scoff at…
It was my hope that making the ascent up the step incline of Elk Neck State Park would have a payoff… It didn’t help that I left my water in the car.
Walking with the Chesapeake Bay as my backdrop was like walking with an old friend…
This leg of the walk through Elk Neck was deceptively long… I started second guessing the wisdom of taking this on but, I wanted to see the lighthouse so I continued on.
Paydirt! Turkey Point Lighthouse! A slice of history, the lighthouse was built in 1833, sitting on a 100-foot high bluff overlooking the Chesapeake Bay.
Nothing like the Patapsco Valley.
In a technology infused society… People are too busy to listen to God… There is not a place for God to talk to us either for that matter, but it I always find that I speak intently to God when nature is in the forefront.