Since moving to Denison TX over a year ago, St. Patrick’s Catholic Church has been masked behind scaffolding while being restored to her former glory.
I drove by with a setting sun reflecting off the grand old building. She is a seemingly difficult subject when trying to expound the glorious complexity of the over one hundred year old structure.
I would have never thought that I would be trying on a black and white software treatment (NIK Silver Efex Pro 2), But the black and white just seemed to bring out the resplendent structure.
Resting in His arms, waiting to become. ††† monos en theos ††† jasL
A sure sign that fall she be a heading our way. Hard to believe with temps in the mid – high 90’s. Then with the humidity in the 70’s, it is enough to make your acorns sweat…..peace out & what up…..jas L
One of the more pleasurable benefits of moving to a new part of the state is the getting to know new people. The added enjoyment comes from getting to know different cultures.
It Southwest Texas we were very blessed to become entrenched with the Mexican culture. We were very privileged to become close to many families and the learning was constant.
Now moving to North Central Tx we are also have the extreme pleasure of getting to know our Black neighbors.
This young man worked a full day of really hard labor cutting Bamboo and using the cane to built a fence for us. He was extremely proud of his work. When I pulled out my camera he wanted a photo of his fence. While impressed with his fence, I was much more enthralled with his confident heart that beamed through his face.
Come to know your neighbors and you will find and receive love…†…monos en theos…jim
Some days you just kind of feel stuck. Sort of like the ball in the middle. A little deflated and wanting more air. A little more bounce in your dribble.
The air leaks out so slowly that before you know it and without realizing it, things start to cave and go flat.
Now, where did I leave that pump?…†…monos en theos…jim
TIN TYPES #1 – PLACE SETTING FOR ONE
As I walk, I am always seeing, finding strayed objects. Most have been far removed from their intended purpose and place. They are beat up. Abused and flattened, far from what they were supposed to be.
Some lay crushed in the road, others are walking on two legs.
What are you leaving behind?
“We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.” Dakota proverb
monos en theos…†…jim
Two black & white images in a row. I must be in a black & white state of mind!
I spend way too much time trying to get things lined up. It is actually really hard to do and it is close to impossible for me.
I got to learn to get my crayons back out of the neat little lines that they program us to stay with in.
We went to the bank the other day. It was a quiet afternoon visit and there was very little activity in the bank. As we approached the teller, there was this maze made of those velvet ropes on stanchions with a sign stating “enter here”. The teller signaled for me to avoid the maze and come on up. But I felt the need to wander like a rat to the cheese. I said something along the lines of “no, I like to follow the rules.” My wife let out a laugh and reminding me that I have never been a rule follower.
I all of a sudden felt like a guy who had brought a ice chest full of beer to a Baptist picnic. Called out for following rules!
Color outside the lines even in black & white…†…monos en theos. jim