Abba's Art

Tag: Nature

  • Dancing Waters

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    Fred D
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    Waterfalls are Nature’s poetry in motion. Their roar of their turbulent flow embraces a quixotic, soothing serenity. Fueled by last night’s thunderstorms, I sat stream-side in eye candy wonder, listening to Creation’s rushing water symphony.  I M blessed . . . May U B 2. Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet…

  • Covid Compliant Bandits

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    Fred D
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    Up here on the mountain these characters usually roam the neighborhood under the cover of darkness, but today they strolled by in broad daylight . . . fully Covid compliant . . . 6 feet apart, masked up, and they wash their hands often  😊 Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet…

  • Sunrise . . . Sunset

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    Fred D
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    This evening’s glowing sunset held a two-fold  paradox . . . the solemn awareness that everything has an end . . . the calming assurance that each sunset will reborn in tomorrow’s sunrise . . . just as my final sunset will someday be reborn in the Son-rise of my finest forever. Keep Looking Up . .…

  • Creation’s Omnipotent Silence

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    Fred D
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    This morning, locked in winter’s frozen grip, Creation unhurriedly thrives, silently displaying God’s omnipotence. “Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth, find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts”. – Rachel Carson Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!

  • Garfield Senior

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    Fred D
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    As tonight’s snowflakes began to fall Garfield’s big cousin strolled by to check out if we had any dinner leftovers for him to munch on . . . I love pizza . . . he went away hungry 😊                                  …

  • ‘Climate’ Change

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    Fred D
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    Yesterday Kermit was relaxing at his VRBO (Vacation Rock By Owner). Overnight ‘climate change’ set-in dropping 4 “ of white stuff and the temps 40 degrees.  Kermit quickly abandoned his rock, checking into Muddy Bottoms to hide out for the remainder of the winter. Uncertainty is a certainty of Life. The new year has arrived…

  • The Gift of the One

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    Fred D
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    From our Smoky Mountain home up on the mountain – down in the ‘holler – by the ‘crick’ . . . to wherever you and yours may be this Christmas . . . we wish you the Gift of the One who left Heaven for earth 2,000 years ago to bring “Peace on earth, good…

  • Mind-Boggling Travel

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    Fred D
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    Last week, some 5,000 miles north-by-northwest, found me gliding through freshly fallen snow. Shortly thereafter, some 35,000 ft. above terra-firma, found me zooming through the skies at 600 mph in high-speed-aluminum tubing. This afternoon, some 2,000 ft. up in the Great Smoky Mountains, found me shuffling through fall’s fallen leaves . . .  fictional Star…

  • “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.” –…