Imagine a place so beautiful that you would travel hundreds of miles just to see it. Just to circle through the area in hopes of not missing a single beautiful angle. Just to let the scenes wash over you. A place to stop and have a long look, just to "drink it all in". First, let's start with a few simple pictures from my phone. These were taken in New Brunswick, Canada. Continue Reading...
Let There Be Light-ning
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKN83Ffo0pY Hartland, New Brunswick, July 2016 - We had a blast taking the footage. We talked. We laughed. And every once in a while, we just stopped everything in order to exclaim, Wow! Ahhh! Incredible! OOOOHHHHH! Did you see that!?!? And other sounds that often sound something like words. Continue Reading...
My Aunt Janette Remembered
I find myself staring into the beautiful spaces that God created and letting my mind wander over the hills, through the valleys, and along the streams. In my mind all of it is wild, all of it is untouched, and all of it is revered by mankind. From the path my mind wanders along, I see the people who now walk the streets of gold, the ones we loved here on earth. I long to sit and visit with them Continue Reading...
Hand Held
Hand Held Honestly, I planned to be asleep by now. Before I went upstairs to turn in for the night, I looked back. I looked back on some poems I had written over the last year. These poems I've tried to neatly collect electronically within my blog. Some include pictures that I've tied to the words. Then I came across this one and everything stopped. The TV showing hockey highlights in the Continue Reading...
My Aunt Janette
My Aunt Janette - December 6, 1947 - May 17, 2013. Janette A. Peterson It's a bright, beautiful Saturday morning, but suddenly time has lost its grip on the day. I sat down and wrote most of this over the last two weeks, in the present tense, about my Aunt Janette, a remembrance and tribute to her. Last night, just before 9pm (Eastern) God called her home. My Mom called to give me the news Continue Reading...
My Aunt Janette
It's a bright, beautiful Saturday morning, but suddenly time has lost its grip on the day. I sat down and wrote most of this over the last two weeks, in the present tense, about my Aunt Janette, a remembrance and tribute to her. Last night, just before 9pm (Eastern) God called her home. My Mom called to give me the news that I had been waiting to hear but hoped I would never actually receive. We Continue Reading...