Sunlight Shouting

Woke up to another overcast day this morning . . . Baa Humbug! . . . they aren’t my favorite . . . sunshine’s my meteorological elixir, and lately it’s been hiding out.

Sooooo . . . ole Freddy’s perpetually wandering mind starting wishing he was a commercial jet pilot; bathed in sunshine; zooming through the cloudless wild blue yonder at 400 mph; far above the gloomy clouds . . . now there’s a scary scenario for all passengers aboard 😊.

Anyhoo, realizing my mindset held the potential to deteriorate into little, self-inflicted pity party, I opened my Bible app. ‘Coincidentally’, this verse popped up:

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it.” – John 5:1 . . . Hmmmm . . .

Then, ‘Coincidence’ #2 appeared right outside the same window that had just framed those gloomy clouds . . . a brilliant burst of sunshine suddenly lit up a patch of wilderness. Quickly grabbing my camera, I ran out on the deck and snapped this picture before‘Coincidence’ #2 disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

Sometimes, “…a still small voice…” silently shouts encouragement in a flash of sunlight, dispersing the gloom. Thanks Dad!

I M Blessed . . . May U B 2.                                  +
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An Afternoon with the ‘Trumps’

Spent the afternoon following swans around Fish Lake in a canoe .

Current politics may be ‘fowled up’, but not so with our local Trumpeter Swan family. Mr. & Mrs. Trumpeter have successfully raised their brood of five signets to teenagers. With morning temps now dipping below freezing, it’s time to begin flight training for the journey south before the runway freezes over.

Trumpeters and Pinnacle Mt.
Trumpeter Swans and King Mt.
Fall Family Swim
Trumpeters with 10 week old signets

Last Salmon Run

A daybreak stroll along the Matanuska River treated me to one of Mother Nature’s fascinating wonders, salmon returning to their birthplace to spawn and die.

Got me to a thinkin’ . . . as an almost octogenarian returning to my birthplace and ‘spawning’ are the furthest things from my mind. However, I did ponder how much further upstream remains for me to travel before I turn belly up .

Smile lots, frown little, and keep swimming upstream . . . the best is yet to come!
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Day’s First Shadows
Camouflaged Salmon
Find the Five

Making Lemonade

 “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade” . . . a familiar slogan of encouragement in the midst of adversity.

Originally coined in 1915 by Elbert Hubbard writing an obituary for his perpetually optimistic friend who refused to succumb to the ’lemons’ of his disabilities, it was later popularized by Dale Carnegie in his book How to Stop Worrying and Start Living, but not before it was skillfully ‘poeticized’ in The Rotarian under the title The Optimist:

“Life handed him a lemon,
As Life sometimes will do.
His friends looked on in pity,
Assuming he was through.
They came upon him later,
Reclining in the shade
In calm contentment, drinking
A glass of lemonade.”

Standing by the river today this lone aspen tree garbed in fall’s gold got me to a-thinkin’ . . . despite solitary exposure to the elements on sparse, nutrient deprived soil, this little aspen thrives, exemplifying making ‘lemonade’ from life’s adversarial ‘lemons’. . . a humble reminder that whatever adversity life may bring my way, I need to persist and “Grow where your planted” to hopefully someday enjoy . . .

Reclining in the shade
In calm contentment, drinking
A glass of lemonade.”

 “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to His purpose.” – Rom:8:28

May this find your glass of lemonade half-full to overflowing. Be blessed, and . . .
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Backyard Beauty

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!
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Knik Glacier
Hunter Creek
Matanuska Valley Sunset

Magnum Opus

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

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Glacial Majesty

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.

Blackstone Glacier, Alaska

He casts out His ice like fragments; Who can withstand before His cold?’ – Psalms 147:17

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Rainy Day Float

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

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Clouds over Matanuska
Shallow waters
Rough waters ahead
‘Inspiring’ whirlpool

Glimpsing Eternity

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 . . . may U B 2

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Reflected Majesty
Alaska Range Sunrise
Distant Snow-caps
Denali above the clouds
Liquid Jewel
Wilderness Cabin
Alaska Range Sunset

Maxi/ Mini Majesty

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’ validating my need to Keep Looking Up.

Such were my thoughts watching the sun slip below the Talkeetna Range this evening. Then, reflecting back on yet another blessed day, a ‘mini-majesty’ came to mind, witnessed by Looking Down.

Fireweed, daisies and bluets, an Alaskan ‘mini majesty’ bouquet . . . same omnipotent Creator . . . different epic venue. Couldn’t help but ponder if such ‘mini-majesties’ inspired the Scripture:

“See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” – Matthew 6:28                                 

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