It is summer around here, and these are good times for exploring. For going to a lake
for walks in the lively green woods
for cooking in cast iron, for veggies
It's a good time for photography with friends, and for staring at sky and earth
for finding patterns in things
for discovering new flower faces in the yard
There are so many things I haven't photographed. Granite Point on the Snake River. Maria sketching in the backyard. The yard after I mowed it diagonally. The eagle and owl and snake at the Reservoir. My brand new niece open her eyes straight into mine. The fireworks in my grandparents' yard.
There are so many times that are good and can't be captured in pictures, but need to be remembered. Iced coffee with my sister and talking about our work like grownups. TV shows that are completely ridiculous, but fun because of who I'm watching with. Going to the nursing home in Pullman and having Dodie not want to let go ot my hand. Meeting new friends in a coffee shop and having them feel immediately like old friends. Conversation with Dr. Wilson about snakes and toads. Heaps of chunky sauce. Laughter with my student. Convicting sermons. Singing with all of the strength in me. The relief of cutting yourself off from something unhealthy and knowing what it's like to pluck an eye and throw it from you. The heat rising from the pavement under the thin soles of my sandals.
God is mighty. I am broken. Christ is grace. His world is gorgeous.