convergence

as japan
rocks and reels
in the aftershocks

and their nuclear plants
rumble

i awaken
to fresh fallen
snow

as surreal in beauty
as that tiny island
in devastation

and where is God
in this paradox?

dead
evil
uninterested
unable?

a question
easily asked

but perhaps in our confusion

we fail to see Him
clearly

standing
in the gap


*I will be back to the "Kansas from a Car" series tomorrow. Awakening this morning to this dreamlike world of white after going to bed having watched such sad news caused me pause. How in our finite minds, do we reconcile such suffering and such beauty? For myself, i find them amazingly converged in the person of Christ...(the beautiful man of sorrows).
Be well this day. I hope you see much beauty in our broken world.

semi (kansas from a car, scenes from I-70)

you fly
by

riding
riding high

emperor of the road
vehement
in red and gold

bold
bright
master

tin shed (kansas from a car, scenes from I-70)

oh, give me a home
where there is
character in the land

stone posts
tin sheds
and forever

the smell of the
earth

*My adventure this past week was strapping pieces of wood to my feet and pointing them down a mountain. It has been a few years since we have gone skiing so I thought it qualified as something “new”.  However, I discovered that driving through Kansas on I-70 to Colorado presented another “new” experience: photographing “while in motion”.  The pictures in the following series were taken from the car as it sped down the highway at a little over 75 mph.  I deleted many photos but came up with a few that I am pleased with. Most of the images were taken on a slow shutter speed…thus, the enhanced sense of motion. Hope you enjoy.

jaybird (soft series)

a busy fellow he is
back and forth
from tree to tree

but in a moment of stillness
the shutter
clicks

and i see softness
in the hue
of his stuuning
blue

baby face

one can't think about
natural softness

without thinking of
skin such as this

ah, collagen bliss


* "There is one order of beauty which seems made to turn heads. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle.

         ~T.S. Eliot

**This is a photo of Campbell Joy.  She is my neice Kelly's sweet daughter.

foam (soft series)

oh ocean,
vast

you frighten me

but alas
your roaring wave
recedes

and i see
tenderness beyond
reason



*It seems to me that tenderness and strength are both best, when paired together.

billowy clouds (soft series)

oh that you would
be my bed

that i could rest
my weary head

upon you