
Only-For-A-Moment, originally uploaded by wrachele.
Only-For-A-Moment, originally uploaded by wrachele.
ByTor-The-Snow-Dog, originally uploaded by wrachele.
The fearsome face of the snow dog and her bionic eye.
Bristlecone Tangle, originally uploaded by wrachele.
These trees (some over 1600 years old) have watched over the great plains from 13,000 feet in the Rockies since well before we celebrated Memorial day.
Through The Door, originally uploaded by wrachele.
When Monte Alban was first constructed on its mountain top, what lay beyond this doorway?
We Can Fly But You Can See The Strings, originally uploaded by wrachele.
Side by Side, originally uploaded by wrachele.
Change-of-Seasons-III, originally uploaded by wrachele.
The Forsythia’s golden bells are often the first spot of color as spring begins to unfold before us. The long limbs of the plant cover themselves with a brilliant yellow-gold coat of tiny flowers before the green of summer takes hold. Though temporarily muted by the spring snow, a day or two of Colorado sunshine will revive them and the contest between the Sun and the flower will continue…
Add this poem to your Saturday vigil meditations in anticipation of the new dawn tomorrow. This talented poet paints deeply meaningful vignettes that will move you every time.
Lent ends we stand with the Disciples, wondering if we have correctly placed our faith. Though we know how the story ends, we benefit from examining our faith in the unseen. “So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Cor 4:18