Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #907 – The Peace of Wild Things


The Peace of Wild Things


When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
It is always a draw to me as to where we find peace in our story. May you find some today!
monos en theos † jas L

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #785 – TRYING TO KEEP MY EYES OPEN!


“My profession is to always be on the alert to find God in nature, to know his lurking places, to attend all the oratorios, the operas, in nature.”

Henry David Thoreau

While it may be a lofty goal, I often find the bar set too high and I walk past in blindness,deafness and self-indulgence.,,,,monos en theos….jim

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #779 – WHAT AM I LOOKING AT OR FOR?

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This image falls into a case of what the heck am I looking at. It looks to me like an image taken far above the earth. But it is just a three foot section of the waters edge at our local small lake at Waterloo park in Denison TX.

It was taken a couple of days ago after two days of fairly heavy rainfall. I am sure it is some sort of chemical run off into the water. I am of the mind that I probably do not want to know what it is.

It just re-enforces the notion that some days I feel like I do not know what the heck I am looking at or what I am looking for. Furthermore, I probably won’t recognize it when I see it!  monos en theos…†…jim

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #771 – @ DAY’S END


At A Day’s End (By John Hall)

Is anybody happier
because you passed their way?
Does anyone remember
that you spoke to them today?

The day is almost over,
and its toiling time is through,
Is there anyone that will utter
a kind word about you?

Can you say tonight in parting,
with the day that’s slipping fast,
that you helped a single person
of the many that you passed?

Is a single heart rejoicing
over what you did or said?
Does the one whose hopes were fading
now with courage look ahead?

Did you win the day or lose it?
Was it well or sorely spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness,
or a scar of discontent?

As you close your eyes in slumber,
do you think that God will say,
“you have earned one more tomorrow
by the good you did today?”


So often we think there is tomorrow, but why not today?     monos en theos…†…jim


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Hello there my old friend
Not so long ago it was till the end
We played outside in the pourin’ rain
On our way up the road we started over again

You’re livin’ out dreams of you on top
My mind is achin’ oh lord it won’t stop
that’s how it happened livin’ life by the drop

Up and down the road in our worn out shoes
Talkin’ ’bout good things and singin’ the blues
You went your way and I stayed behind
We both knew it was just a matter or time

You’re livin’ out dreams of you on top
My mind is achin’ oh lord it won’t stop
that’s how it happened life by the drop

No waste of time we’re allowed today
Churnin’ up the past, there’s no easier way
Times been between us,a means to a end
God its good to be here walkin’ together my friend

Livin’ our dreams
My mind stoped achin’
that’s how it happened livin’ life by the drop…DOYLE BRAMHALL

Hello there to my old friend Doyle. Don’t ever think that you are forgotten! en theos monos


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Last week I stumbled across a post that was entitled “The 10 photos that every photographer will attempt”. It had things like sunset at a beach, running water, fog, trees and several other cliches that we see all too often.

Somehow reading that articles caused a block to form. A resistance to produce an image of anything that might be considered trite. I sat this morning and bemoaned the task of finding a photo to post. All out of the fear of being perceived as having the same vision and producing meaningless images.

Out here in the desert and living in ranch country, windmills become a “go to” subject. I see a great sunset coming and I gravitate to the nearest windmill. Somehow they become the beach, the trees, the ordinary trite and overdone images of the west.

So with a bit of ado, I give you my latest windmill. I can’t help myself. Last week while in New Mexico, I even purchased a print of another photographer’s gorgeous print of what else, a windmill.

Try to crawl out of your box. en theos monos ††† jim