Abba's Art

Tag: Landscapes

  • “The Manuscripts of God”

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    Fred D
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    A ½” of virgin, unmarked snow . . . a cool, gentle breeze . . . a pinking hour sunset brushed across distant snowcaps  – the wilderness wonder postcard God created for me to glide through before hanging up my skis and heading off to rejoin my life partner in the Great Smoky Mountains tomorrow.…

  • Happiness is . . .

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    Fred D
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    Happiness is zero degrees and a pair of skis . . . gliding over a wilderness lake, snow whispering beneath, winter’s sun above sinking behind distant mountain monarchs . . . Life is Good! . . . wish you could have joined me. “He gives snow like wool; He scatter the frost like ashes.” –…

  • Midnight Sun

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    Fred D
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    The Land of the Midnight Sun is rapidly entering its Midnight Moon season, as seen in this 4 PM/4-degree wilderness wander picture. Watching the sun begin to silently slip below the distant Chugach Range conjured a somewhat ambivalent thought of peaceful melancholy . . . this scene is somewhat analogous to my life . .…

  • Lunar Eclipse

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    Fred D
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    Last night, for the first time since I hired on as a water boy in the construction of Machu Picchu, the longest partial lunar eclipse in 580 years occurred. Yep, I snoozed through it. However, the adage, “You snooze, you lose” is totally valid . . . miss the moon, shoot for the s😊n .…

  • Sunrise Splendor

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    Fred D
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    My soul was awed at sunrise . . . a glimpse of God’s majesty . . . proof that He exists “How great are your works Lord” -Psalm 92:5 Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!

  • Solitude of Silence

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    Fred D
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    Everyone has a special place of comfort, peace and inner healing their soul calls home. What’s yours? Living in Alaska, where this morning the temperature begins another day of residence below zero, it’s a question I’ve often been asked, and now sit here pondering before a blazing wood stove. A myriad of reasons flash to…

  • Breathless Wonder

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    Fred D
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    “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but  the moments that take our breath away.” . . . and not because it’s 9 degrees 😊 From river valley to mountain top, today was a totally breathless day immersed in the wonders of creation, wrapped in my Creator’s the omnipotent arms. “Be…

  • River Walk

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    Fred D
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    Today’s wilderness wander found me hiking the Matanuska River Valley. Carving its path over millennia between snow-laden peaks of the Chugach and Talkeetna Ranges, it’s birthed 25 miles upstream in the Matanuska Glacier. Freezing temps have restricted glacier melt dropping the river’s level dramatically. Summer’s silt-gray turbid flow has been transformed to winter’s clear blue-green…

  • Peace . . . Hope . . . Joy . . . Love

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    Fred D
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    Clouds abated today and sunshine peeked through, a welcome respite from a lengthy stretch of stormy weather . . . and I heard the mountains calling. John Muir once said, “You are not in the mountains. The mountains are in you” . . . and today they moved in. High among mountain cathedrals’ majesty, blanketed…

  • ‘Firsts’ and ‘Seconds’

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    Fred D
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    Life has lotsa’ ‘Firsts’ and ‘Seconds’ . . . First or Second best . . . First or Second place . . . First or Second choice . . . First or Second helping . . . threw that one in for Thanksgiving 😊. In this world First is preferable to Second, especially during those…