“Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.” ― Marc Riboud
Simple post today.
Took a walk last Saturday along the lake shore. Took some plain, low quality pix and added below the biblical quotes and comments that came to mind as I snapped the shots. Yes, odd that I do that. Oh & see if you can catch my bad pun.
Finally, I embedded a song that I post every Mardi Gras season. First saw it in 2012, but the neat thing now: I now understand every NOLA reference in the song. Means I’m finally Fairly Local (tøp). A thrill.
“They were all of one accord” (Acts 2:1). Pelicans and cormorants waiting at the Pump Station for a meal.
“For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes” (James 4:14). Lake Pontchartrain still wrapped in fog at 12:30.
“Therefore, the land mourns, and everything that dwells in it languishes: The beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and even the fish of the sea perish” (Hos 4:3). Pano pic of the shells along the Lake, mixed with trash.
“Be sober, be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking some one to devour” (1 Pet. 5:8). Indeed.
“All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls, but the word of the Lord endures forever” (1 Pet. 1:24-25). Some to seed, others new.
“Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus” (Matt. 14:29). Yes, She Did.
“I lie awake, I am like a lonely bird” (Psalm 102:7). Solitide.
“The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light” (Is. 9:2). The drainage pipe connecting lake and pond.
“A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand fall at your right, you, it will never approach” (Ps. 91:7). Lone bloom amid the grass killed by a 28° night last week.
“I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these” (Matt. 6:29). A world of beauty.
“For in hope we were saved” (Rom. 8:24). 1/14/17 Midwinter’s betrayal.
“O praise him with sound of trumpet, praise him with lute and harp. Praise him with timbrel and dance, praise him with strings and pipes. O praise him with resounding cymbals, praise him with clashing of cymbals. Let everything that lives and that breathes give praise to the Lord.” (Ps. 150:3-6). On our front door. Carnival is on.