What an interesting photo of the milky way overlooking a distant city.
What caught my attention in this photo is that narrow path surrounded by red flowers on one side. It is so narrow that only one person can walk it, and it looks like if one were to lose their balance they would be in for a nasty fall down the mountain side.
As I thought about that step drop, it seemed to me that this photo was rather like an illustration of the narrow way. Like that path, the narrow way is lined with red. Not the attractive red of blushing flowers, but the painful crimson stain of His who walked before and gave His all to save us. Just like the path in the picture seems narrow and tight with no safe place to pause or turn about, their is no room on the narrow way to turn to the right or to the left. At times the way climbs steeply up the mountainside, and because the path is so tight if we were to take our eyes off of Jesus, it would be easy for to concentrate more on the danger posed by the sharp drop than our hope of one day reaching a heavenly city where sin and death are no more.
I found this picture to be very interesting with its mixture of red, orange, and blue. As I studied the row of rocks jutting out of the water I wondered what it must have been like to be the first person to walk down that beach and stumble upon those odd rocks poking up out of the shore. What did they think as they paused to study each form? Did they feel a sense of admiration for the amazing power of nature or were they startled by the find?
I love the deep blues of the water in this picture. I can only imagine how breathtaking it would be to take a long walk around the blue lake with the open sky and majestic mountain as a backdrop.
It is still hot enough that the picture of this lovely beach makes me wish that I could be there. How nice it would be on a hot afternoon to escape this miserable heat by taking a swim in the cooling water.
As I looked at this beautiful picture I imagined what a pleasant day it would be hiking on that valley trail with the deep blue sky above me. Somehow I imagined that the weather was just right, cool enough to make the walk refreshing, yet warm enough not to have to be weighted down with a bundle of clothes.
As I thought of that winding path, I wondered where that path would take me. Would it lead me to the mountain carrying me higher and higher into its chilly heights? Or would it wind me around its thick base carrying me past little streams, into hidden pastures, and into quiet towns full of mysterious shops?
When I look at photos like this, I cannot help but wonder what this world must have looked like before sin. Because if, after 6,ooo years of sin this world looks so wondrous, imagine the beauty that must have been when the eye could look at every corner and not find one flaw.