Author: Fred D

Us retired ole folks are on an EDS schedule . . . Every Day’s Saturday. Yesterday Ellie and I decided to take a local road trip. Here’s some of the masterpieces from Abba’s Art gallery we were treated to enjoy . . . what an epic backyard is ours!                    …

From the deck this evening I witnessed Rembrandt and Michelangelo’s Tutor brush this magnum opus across the heavens . . . a reassuring glimpse of what awaits beyond our troubled world. “The heavens declare His righteousness, and all the peoples see His glory and brilliance”. – Psalm 97:6 Keep Looking Up         …

Exploring the massive glaciers of Prince William Sound brought into humbling perspective . . . How minuscule I am . . . how magnificent He is . . . how immeasurably blessed I am. “He casts out His ice like fragments; Who can withstand before His cold?’ – Psalms 147:17           …

Floating a 25 mile stretch of the mighty Matanuska River with friends is an exhilarating way to brighten up a cloudy day, with a little shot of adrenaline throw in. Such was mine to enjoy yesterday. I M Blessed . . . May U B 2                   …

It’s been said, “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” I just returned from three days deep in the Denali wilderness exploring the awesome wonders of His creation  . . . breathless, soul soothing glimpses of eternity. I M blessed . .…

The glowing grandeur of dawn’s sunrise initiating a new day . . . the fading splendor of twilight’s sunset declaring its finale . . . regal magnum opus masterpieces of our Creator. No two are ever replicated. No one can deny their magnificence. And, somewhere beyond the horizon, they mysteriously merge . . . ‘maxi-majesties’…

In this tumultuous world and time of global Covid-19 uncertainty, our local Trumpeter Swan parents and their five signets provide a cathartic calm. Watching them has me reminiscing about my own children . . . They were so cute when they were little They grew up way too fast They were considerably less obedient than…

The Midnight Sun has begun to rapidly abandon its nighttime vigil, dipping below the horizon four minutes earlier with passing each day.  This evening, as if in reluctant protest, it exited behind the mountains in a brilliant burst of defiant detonation, an epic portrait of Divine omnipotence! The best is yet to come . .…

In our world of Covid-19 uncertainty and social turmoil nothing could restrain the calming celestial display that lit up the Land of the Midnight Sun’s heavens. Pray your 4th of July was a blessed one. “The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display His craftsmanship.” – Psalm 19:1            …

“The mountains are calling, and I must go”. John Muir and I share the same hearing range . . . mountain range. Stretching to the sky, a mere couple miles away across Fish Lake as the raven flies, Castle Mountain called today. For this flightless ole duffer it’s a 10 mile trek featuring a washed out…