WPC: Rise/Set

It is so Appropos that this week’s WPC is RISE and SET. While The Daily Post is asking for shots of sunrise and sunset, I think the fact that the post is set on the weekend of the greatest rising of all is just wonderful!

Here are some of my sunrises and sunsets:



No matter how devastating our struggles, disappointments, and troubles are, they are only temporary. No matter what happens to you, no matter the depth of tragedy or pain you face, no matter how death stalks you and your loved ones, the Resurrection promises you a future of immeasurable good. Josh McDowell

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The Resurrection is at the core of our beliefs as Christians. Without it, our faith is meaningless. Joseph B. Wirthlin


The Resurrection miracle is nothing to you and me if it is only an event of eighteen centuries bygone. Unless we can live the immortal life – unless we can receive God to his own home in these hearts of ours – the texts are nothing to us unless these daily lives illustrate them. Edward Everett Hale

Now here are some more powerful sunrises and sunsets

WPC: Favorite Place

This week The Daily Post has asked us to share pictures of our FAVORITE PLACES.

I thought this would be an easy one but oh my! Not so much. I love so many places for different reasons.


I think aside from my office my prayer room is the place where I spend the most time. It’s a place of reflection and divine connection, a place of vision and centering.

But I also love to travel and see things.

Disney is a favorite place to go and be pampered.

I love the antiquated beauty of The Netherlands.

I love the wild loneliness of Ireland.

I have so many places that are favorites for different reasons, but there is one place I have not yet been that I just know will surpass them all.



Here are some more favorite places.


WPC: Beloved

This week’s Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge is to pictify the word BELOVED.

There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.

George Sand



Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality. Emily Dickinson


To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

David Viscott


WPC: Pedestrian/ Walk the Walk

This week the WPC has asked us to bring photographs of the word PEDESTRIAN.

Yesterday I used Pedestrian from the standpoint of being boring or uninspired. You can check that out HERE

Today I am taking a walk with the word:




Here are some more Walkers!

WPC: Bridges

This week the Daily Post has asked us to conceptualize BRIDGES in our photography.

Here are my thoughts:


Giant’s Causeway, Ireland, a fabled broken bridge between Ireland and Scotland


 This is the Peace bridge in Derry, Northern Ireland

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On the banks of the Liffey


New England, Snow Bridge over Brow’s Creek.

Here are some more bridges:

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Chaos

This week the DAILY POST HAS ASKED US TO PHOTOGRAPH CHAOS. Click that underlined link to see how you can participate in creating some chaos of your own. Here is my attempt at chaos:


Stepping into the chaos.


Chaos from above


rainy day chaos


Divine chaos

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Weekly Photo Challenge: All That Glimmers

This week the Daily Post has challenged us to show our photos of SHINY THINGS.

You can click the underlined link to get to a host of shining photos.

Here are my photographs and thoughts on the matter.

“All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life has sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold
Had you been as wise as bold,
Your in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been in’scroll’d
Fare you well: your suit is cold.’ Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!” Shakespeare, Merchant Of Venice


But al thyng which that shyneth as the gold / Nis nat gold, as that I have herd it told” Geoffrey Chaucer, Yeoman’s Tale


Hyt is not al golde that glareth” Geoffrey Chaucer, The House Of Fame



The moments captured in shining brilliance may not be gold we can buy the world with, but the world itself could hardly compare with even a moment of memory captured in the glare of such a sun. JE Lillie