If I may say so…
At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light…
The sun came over the trees. It was amazing.
And the burden of my heart rolled away. It was there by faith I first saw the light, and now I am happy all the day.
There was a place to worship beneath the pines.
These pictures make me smile. I hope they bring some happiness to you.
So pics are put on hold for a little while, until the snowy weather threat clears up.
Meanwhile I was looking back on some pics from a trip to the Black Hills of South Dakota last year in the summer.
Wow did we have a blast.
When I see ‘we’ I know a lot of you are wondering who that exactly includes. Hubby, the kids?
Actually no. I’m single. Yes, very much single. And waiting for Mr. Handsome to come from around some corner and “wow!” me off my feet.
So I’m talking about my folks–parents, brothers, and sis.
My folks and I have a good time.
We laugh and joke and argue, and argue some more, just like any family.
We camp in very cramped quarters, most of the time.
We’re all pursuing our very different degrees but there’s one thing we all have in common. We are family.
So if I give one of them a hard time sometimes, don’t worry, it’s because we’re family.
Looks like I got a little sidetracked from the Black Hills.
While we were there, among many other things, we took a train ride from Grand Rapids.
It was wonderful to sit back in the open car and let the breeze gently blow by, soak in the sunshine, and hear the whistle blow from the engine way up at the front.
One thing you’ll find out is that characteristically, I like lots of sunshine flooding through my photos.
Wouldn’t that be an ideal place to live?
Everything’s so beautiful.
It speaks happiness.
Imagine the big white clouds drifting by.
Maybe this doesn’t excite some of you.
Maybe some of you need to experience this.
Meanwhile, I will hope things outside start to clear up.