I have been reading about “light painting”. As one who has always envied those who can paint, I was drawn to anything that I could do to say I was painting. It is kind of interesting to think of using light as your brush. Both my grandmother & grandfather were artists that painted with a traditional brush. I used to love to go into their studio, partake of the feel and smell of oil paint, brush cleaner, canvas and of creation. That gene was not passed on to me and I had to find another way to “paint”.

My dad was a photographer and he also collected old cameras. His collection became mine and I have added to in over the years. I even have my first camera, an old brown Kodak Brownie. I have a photo of me at age five that my dad took of me making photos with that same Brownie.

So it was with pleasure that I placed some of these treasures, put my Nikon on a 30 second exposure in a dark room, and painted away with a small flashlight. I must be getting old (ok, I am), but there is hardly any better way to make yourself feel alive then to create something that wasn’t visible until you recorded it.

Find that which makes your heart feel full. ††† en theos ††† jim


14-01-12 red white3140 copy

Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it’s on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you’ve got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration.
Taylor Swift

May your day be made any color you dream ††† en theos ††† jim

Photos on the journey #460


Praise the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, you are very great; you are clothed with splendor and majesty. 2 He wraps himself in light as with a garment; he stretches out the heavens like a tent 3 and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters. He makes the clouds his chariot and rides on the wings of the wind.      Psalm 104:1-3

PezfulEZfeelin’@U ††† en theos ††† jlawrence

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #128

One more from our trip “down south” to Big Bend National Park. We were on the eastern side of the park, awaiting a lunar eclipse that was to happen on the evening of Dec 10. It didn’t take us long to figure out there was way too much cloud cover to expose the moonrise. So we turned west and headed back to Terlingua and our great room at Bill Ivey’s new hotel digs ( At over 800,000 acres Big Bend is a vast park and with a 45mph speed limit we had a good hour long drive to our room. As we headed west, God poured out the paint making up for us missing the eclipse.  I accepted the gift and never gave the hoped for red-moon a second thought. Take what you are given.

Angel wings gently flutter

As they pass over the desert floor

Using the sky as their canvas

And Heaven as their door

Streaks of pink and hues of purple

Color the desert the skies

As Angel wings quiver quickly

Dripping paint before it dries

Shades of gold mixed with blue

A tiny hint of green

Angel wings work furiously

To stroke this lovely scene
I sit and watch their busy work

As the sun is almost down

A sunset over the desert floor
Connecting heaven to the ground                       © 2005 Sherry L Gibson All rights reserved   

Accept the gifts on your journey…nada te turbe†††jim