This morning as I was taking my Sadie out for her morning routine, I notice how lovely all the blooming flowers looked in the rain. I rushed Sadie up so I could get my camera as the rain began to come down a bit harder. This is a blueberry bush that yields wonderful tasty fruit in the late summer. But now it looks lovely with its rain kissed blossoms. Made for a nice early morning shot.
Strategically placed in my mother's garden. The perfect place for a squirrel's lunch spot, a bird's perch, falling leaves, or a tired gardener. And one of our favorite photo spots.
My dad is an artist. Not in the sense of the word that most people think. He isn't a painter or a sculptor but he creates. This is one of his creations. He built this buggy himself--from scratch. Not a kit or anything like that. He is very proud of it and rides it in some of the local Christmas parades. He also makes knives. From scratch! He cuts the blades and tempers the steel in a very hot oven. He make the handles from different materials. And he even cuts and stitches his own sheaths. I am very proud of my dad. He is amazing.
Taken at Tallulah Gorge State Park in Georgia. Looks like the remnants of an old railroad bridge but I don't know any history of it. It was just an appealing shot. I love how the woods have just swallowed everything up. It was cold and rainy the day we visited. I hope to go back. There are some good photo opportunities here.
This is a little antique shop on the square in Pendleton, SC. I was in Pendleton setting up a bridesmaids luncheon for my daughter's upcoming wedding. Just noticed the sign over this shop. The paint was peeling away to reveal that it was probably once a drug store. (That's a Rexall Drug sign hiding underneath.) It had an interesting appeal. I'm not sure I like that lamp post right in the middle. Wish I had taken a few more shots from different perspectives, but this is all I got. I am learning by making mistakes.
Just a reminder to myself of the importance of being on my knees. Sometimes in my hectic schedule I forget that God can handle it all if I just ask.
