It was a Foggy, Rainy Day…

My walk outdoors was serenaded by the sound of water dripping. It reminded me of the beginning of the end of the Endless Winter of Narnian lore…

“And in that silence Edmund could at last listen to the other noise properly. A strange, sweet, rustling, chattering noise — and yet not so strange, for he’d heard it before — if only he could remember where! Then all at once he did remember. It was the noise of running water. All around them though out of sight, there were streams, chattering, murmuring, bubbling, splashing and even (in the distance) roaring. And his heart gave a great leap (though he hardly knew why) when he realized the frost was over. And much nearer there was a drip-drip-drip from the branches of all the trees.” —The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, C. S. Lewis

The colors of this tree…it’s hard to display. The vivid green of the grass, the muted bluish green of the needles, and then the slight-slightest reddish brown of the the needles on the ground…

Lately I’ve been thinking about Bermuda. Or Barbados. Or Belize. I’ve been thinking of the Carribbean Sea. Or the Bay of Bengal. Or even the Great Barrier Reef.


“Praise the LORD, for the LORD is good;

celebrate his lovely name with music.”

                                              Psalm 135:3 NLT

My brother Benjamin gets credits for the last photo.



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