I awake after nightmares about an awful premier, roused by my mother who asked that I get up and walk the dog. Braiding my hair loosely, I let it fall over my shoulder and pull on a pair of old jeans, cut off right below my knee. After I tromp lazily down the stairs, Penny looks at me expectantly when I ask her if she’d like to go on a walk. I find some miss-matched socks and pull on an old pair of converse, ready to breathe in the fresh morning air. We set off for a pleasant two miles. But somehow I forgot to bring Hobart, so once I return my pup to the house, I find my camera and set out again. Stopping every few minutes to capture every bit of this rain-sprinkled beauty possible, I can’t help but marvel, Isn’t God the greatest artist ever? Yes, I do believe He is. And I can't believe that I get the honor of capturing His work. We all do.
Love and a lovely day to you,