Beavers are brown! And that is the color we are challenged to bring to our blog posts today.



Library of the manor house. Great Barrington MA
To see other Beaver colored photos go to COLOR MY WORLD: BEAVER
Beavers are brown! And that is the color we are challenged to bring to our blog posts today.



Library of the manor house. Great Barrington MA
To see other Beaver colored photos go to COLOR MY WORLD: BEAVER
The Daily Post has asked us to show you the quality of WEIGHTLESSNESS OR THE EFFECT OF GRAVITY in our photos. Click the underlined link to see how everyone else added weightiness to their photos.
Here are mine:

To me it always looks like these rocks are floating atop the water.

Which way’s up?
Lighter than air

This week Cee has asked us to show her BLACK & WHITE BUILDINGS.
Click the underlined link to see a whole world full of buildings in black & white.
Here are mine:

Trinity College Dublin

Parliament Building Dublin

Christ Church Cathedral, Dublin

So apparently this is called banana mania in Crayola’s color palette. I would not… repeat would not….. eat a banana this color but I think I may have taken some pictures that are a little banana-maniaish.
Check out other BANANA-COLORED PHOTOS HERE.
Here is the color we are working with today. It is called atomic tangerine! positively radioactive!!!!!
My tangerines are below and you can find the rest of Jennifer’s contributors for the day by clicking on the ATOMIC TANGERINE square above

Zaandyke, The Netherlands

Fall in New England


Atomic Sycamores
We are on a thematic journey through flowery colors with Cee in the Fun Foto Challenge folks! This week Cee has asked us to show her WHITE FLOWERS.
Check out all the contributions at the link above.
Here are mine:

This is asparagus…or…green. I will try my hardest to match this palette but admittedly shades are not my forte. So this is really a COLOR CHALLENGE FOR ME.
See how others met the challenge by clicking the underlined link!
Here are my aspargus choices 🙂

Hmm. Sort of

Fields of cows in Cashel….closer?


Now that’s pretty close.
I am playing catch up for a weekend of colors I missed. I was on assignment for my publisher. So I didn’t have a lot of time to blog but here I am with MY RESPONSE TO JENNIFER’S ANTIQUE BRASS CHALLENGE.
Click the underlined link to join the challenge yourself or to see how others responded to it.
This week Ailsa has asked us to show her WAVES WE HAVE MET IN OUR TRAVELS.
She has come up with some really unique ways to display waves so check out her post and those of her contributors at the underlined link above.
Here are my thought on waves
There are traditional waves of course.
Then there are banners that wave.

There is the waving of hands,
And of course

There is the wave of relief that comes when a job is done.
This post is written in response to Chris Donner’s journaling post: RIPPLES. Please check out her site when you have finished here.

I often think of life like a river or a stream. It has a source. It has an outlet. It has a direction. It has twists, turns, forks and varying currents and it is fluid, which means it is changeable to a degree. Maybe we can’t from our low vantage point change the place the river goes to.We can, however, have an effect on how quickly we arrive at the end. We can determine the state we are in when once we do come to the sea that is eternity. We can also have an effect on the state of the arrival of others who ride the river with us.
I guess the changes we affect on the river of life are the ripples we make. For myself I have spent all my life on one small fork of the river. I was born and raised in the town I now pastor in. My father and my grandfather before me made their own ripples in town business and politics and I for one have swum in the waves they created in this little place.
From them I learned the value of staying, rooting in one place and one more thing. I have learned that the value of our lives is not found just in the ripples we make but in how many other “ripple-makers” we can inspire.
When I reach the sea I imagine my name will be pretty quickly forgotten but maybe others will make ripples in my stead heaping one small change upon another. It won’t change the direction of the river but it will change the people who meander through the little tributary I have lived in.
This thought of making ripple-makers rather than ripples came to me as I considered the people who have swum in the middle of the little ripples I have made. This weekend I will preach at Cornerstone Church in Winchendon. My sister will preach at two churches in Connecticut even as I step into the pulpit at my church. My daughter Amanda will be preaching to our children’s church downstairs at Cornerstone. My daughter Melanie will be preaching to her children’s church in Saugus MA and my son Joe will be making ripples of his own as he preaches to a children’s congregation in Seoul South Korea. Beyond that is our youth pastor Brad Hackett, Rev. Julie Slocum , Rev. Erin Schlaupitz, Rev. Jon Michael Nalette, Garrick Brewer and Lillian Lapoint all ripple-makers who I was privileged to swim alongside for brief periods.
My ripples have caused as many problems as they have solved I suppose but that’s another post for another day . For today I am content to think that perhaps some of my ripples have gone beyond me into the wide world to help others reach the sea that comes after the river. Perhaps I have helped people I have never met to be ready to ride the real waves that come after this little journey we call life.