Into the Woods

Into the Woods...

Into the Woods…

Went for a walk in the historic district this morning in Roswell.  The summer light is harsh pretty early, but I got a few keepers using HDR techniques.

More of the fun downtown over the next few days!

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Water flowing from a rock…

From the rock water flows...

From the rock water flows…

Water flowing from a rock?  Well..yes and no.

Our basic earth science classes remind us that rocks cannot make water, but water can pass through their layers.  This is our aquifer layer, and the birth of mountain born streams.

In a way that is a metaphor for how God works through us.  Lets take the original Christian rock, aka Saint Peter the first Catholic Pope.  He represents us all.  He is a fallible man.  The image of God, but no God himself.

Like each of us, he rose to great accomplishements and also stumbled into the depths of failure.  Remember he was the one who kept cutting through all the distractions during Christ’s ministry, and first proclaimed him as our savior.  This same man then denied Christ three times.  In each of our lives I am sure you can find the same types of success and failure.  I know for me, my head bows immediately when I realize what I’ve done wrong in my life.

Despite his faults, and maybe because of them, Christ chose this common man, to pour his grace on the world in the early christian church.  Peter accepting the God’s grace in his heart, set the example for us by letting grace flow through and around himself to enrich the lives of each and every person he met.

On this Father’s Day, let us men be a rock like Peter.  Accept whatever grace filled water we can in our pores and crevasses.  As we do this, realize our ability to absorb grace is infinitesimal compared to the love God pours on us.  With every fiber of our being, redirect that great flow of grace onward to others in need.  First to our families, and then teach those children to spread the love of God ever outward to every soul in need.  Enrich each and every life we touch, so they can join us in making a waterfall of grace. The more people we touch the more beauty, power and grace of God can chance the face of the earth.

Just like a waterfall it starts one drop at at time…with water flowing through and around every rock it meets.

Happy Father’s Day Dad

-ehw

Water of Grace working together.

Water of Grace working together.

For my Babcha!

Babcha's Flower

Babcha’s Flower

Each year, right now, the gardenia’s bloom in my back yard.  When we moved into the house I was drawn to their complete package of beauty and fragrance.  If I had seen these flowers before, I had no memory of them.  I just knew they were something important to capture and enjoy.

Last year I shot a few of these wonderful flowers and sent them off to my family, only to hear a wonderful love story.  See paternal grandfather, DjaDja, brought these to my Babcha (grandmother) when they were dating since she loved them.  This was expensive during the war, especially up in the cooler climate of Boston.  My Babcha enjoyed them so much, they made up her bridal bouquet!

That love story took place during World War II, but I only found out about it the day I sent her the photos some seventy years later.  For years that lovely story laid dormant, untold and a my connection to these flowers unknown.  Only by sharing this image, which cannot compare to the real thing, did I learn how they are part of my story.

Since that day last year, when my Babcha sent me a lovely note, I’ve found myself anxious for them to reappear.  I’ve also shared other flowers with my wife a little more impulsively than in the past.  With each gift I think of my Babcha and DjaDja as I knew them as a child around thirty five years ago.  Two people very much in love, smiling together, and loving each other through the better, poorer, health and sickness parts of life.

So with the gardenia bloom I think of those two people in love, and try to show my wife the same devotion I remember my DjaDja doting on his bride.  That is a legacy I don’t want to ever forget.

So as i used to tell him….Thanks Dja

-ehw