Charity

Charity suffereth long and is kind. I Corin. 13:4.

Kind words are the music of the world. They have a power which seems to be beyond natural causes.
Faber.

Mrs Hamilton, the mother of David Hamilton, has sold her home in Texas and moved in with her son. Mrs. Hamilton is well into her nineties and has lost much of her vision. She depends upon the sound of our voices to recognize who she speaks with. Her words are full of kindness and she expresses her appreciation each Sunday for taking the time to speak with her, to make her feel welcome.
Like my mother, she as well never has an unkind word for any person. Both Mrs Hamilton and my mother are rare treasures.

Alligator Cardinal

Cardinal on the Alligator Lake Park trail.

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.