Now that is the kind of view of winter I like. You can see a hint of snow at the edges, yet there is a sparkling beauty that reminds one that life has not died out just because winter has come. With this photo I can picture myself waking up and stepping out with a pipping hot cup of coco onto a balcony to enjoy an exhilarating lung full of fresh, cool air and feast my eyes upon that glorious view.What a way to start and end ones day!
When I look at this photo I can almost feel the cold wind ripping its way through my flimsy sweater.While I am already tired of the heat (summer weather comes way to early where I live), no way would I like it to be that cold outside my home either.
Can you imagine how nice it would be to spend the afternoon sailing along that lovely blue river with the cool breeze tickling your ears. Or how relaxing it would be to pause for an hour and enjoy a picnic lunch on that green shore.
what a breathtaking photo. Oh how lovely a spot to wake up or to spend a few quiet moments reflecting upon life after a busy day. It seems like the kind of place where one could pause, think, and be reminded that there is something grander to life than just the daily pursuit of survival.
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?