Rossi Road

Riding the bike back from the college entrance road on US90, a ten mile ride, I stopped for a sunset shot, using my magic sunglasses filter over the Canon S100.

Owen Ware

The old wash tub on the shed of former Sheriff Owens home on Vickers Terrace in downtown Lake City.

Yellow Porch

The old Rivers House on the corner of Vickers Terrace and St  John's. This house is across the street from where my mother used to live.

Blanche Barber Shop

The Blanche Barber Shop in the historic Civil War Era hotel in downtown Lake City.

Another brick in the window

All in all...just another brick in the window
The bricked up window behind Lake City Beauty Supply on Marion Street

I am with you

I am with you alway.  Matt. 28:20.

Lo! I am with thee; bid thy fears
And anxious sorrows cease;
My hands shall dry thy bitter tears,
My lips shall whisper peace.   Macduff.

Its not always the bitter tears that flow, but the continual small leaks, like oil spilling slowly from the pan onto the pavement, until one day, we do not start. Spent.
Daily I go about in a state of near tear, always in a quiet, unexpressed prayer, Come Lord! Hear Lord! The desperate clinging, the knowing the oil of joy leaks at a rate faster than the filling.

John Ross MacDuff

1818-1895
Scottish divine and author
"For sound doctrine, presented Scripturally and devotionally, with its application to the Christian life, you cannot go beyond MacDuff.
MacDuff writes popularly, yet he is by no means shallow. For an hour's pleasant and holy reading, commend us to MacDuff. Charles Spurgeon.

 

Mondrian's Steps

 

Lilies return

 

Valentine Day

Road Heart
Put down wet

Came upon this pink  heart on Divison Street. Seems not all find this day to their liking. I have never been one for the day. Another contrived attempt to part us from our funds, all in the name of something we should be doing beyond one day.

Once in Mail

This morning I came to the Camp Street garage apartment, now vacant. Mr and Mrs Gray have both gone on, the large two story house empty. The apartment where Melanie and I started out as if we never left. I paused and took a look at the mailbox. It was in the mailbox under the steps that Melanies letter awaited me. I never received mail in the box and something told me that day to look. It was her letter inviting me down to Williston to teach her photography. I had just returned from the St Marks River where I had thrown a note in the bottle. Little did I know the reply would come so soon.

Let us draw near

Let us draw near
Hebrews 10:22

"In all thy troubles, look unto God and be saved.  In all thy trials and afflictions, look unto Christ and find deliverance." Spurgeon

The old gentleman was sitting alone on the bench in the back of the facility. You could hear him in a conversation with himself. It was a troubled conversation. At times, he would cry out in profanity, God! Jesus!
I walked past as it was upon the other side of the road. I thought what type of deliverance is there for such as these? In the book of Mark 5, Christ encountered  Legion and sent them into the swine.
And the man was found sitting, and clothed, and in his right mind, and the people were afraid.
And why fear for a sane man and not the once mad man?
To be able to look unto Christ and offer deliverance to the Legion's among us. Our trials and troubles are mere by comparison.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon
1834-1892
Perhaps the most quoted minister of all time.

Legion

There are situations, times, you wish for the power of Christ, to bid the demons come out. Today walking to one of the homes for troubled souls, this gentleman was deep into carrying on a conversation with his many demons. Interspersed in his conversation were cries of  God! Jesus!
Sadly, we walk little of the time in the fullness of the Spirit. Had I not been immersed in my own so called troubles, perhaps I could have walked over and said, peace be still.
Yet even Christ's own disciples were unable to deliver, as Jesus told them it takes much prayer and fasting.