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Posts tagged “pictures

The Right Focus

My friend, Claudia, got a very nice camera for Christmas from her loving hubby. And just because she’s naive enough to believe I know something about photography, she sent me a few of her practice shots for feedback.

I think Claudia is a natural picture taker. She has a good eye–and the more she gets out there and shoots, the more that talent is going to shine through.

I couldn’t help but be captivated by two of the pictures, though–and only because they were so ordinary…

…in the most extraordinary way.

Sometimes we miss the beauty of simple things. A cozy neighbourhood corner sporting a spiffy red stop sign is so comforting close up–it reminds me that we should all have a place to go back to at the end of the day.

And who ever takes the time to stare at a chimney? It pours out heat from the hearth of happy homes.

Even the most mundane things look appealing with the right focus.

That’s the way it is with us, too.  None of us are really all that, not really. But when we get our focus on God, and He gets us into focus–well, He makes us look a lot more appealing than we ever could have otherwise.

But He has a good eye–and He focuses on making the most out of ordinary people.

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A Series of Unfortunate Events

Jasper and Ralph could only watch helplessly behind the locked door at the aftermath outside–when the Small Rodents truck collided with the Small Flightless Birds truck . . .


Red at Night

Last night was a sailor’s delight

spilling tipsy smiles without warning

on an unsuspecting June morning.


Contentment

The best part of yesterday was raiding my friend’s rhubarb patch (I’ll bake a pie tomorrow that we won’t eat–we’re just not big pie eaters) and picking buttercups at the creek with the neighbor girls.

The best part of today was finding some really cool yard sale treasures–like this photo box–for just $1.50,

                                                                                                                                                                   Meeting Max (who lives a few doors down),     

planning this really cool idea I have to paint the stairwell to the basement black with daisies on it,

and saying ‘sorry’ to my son for getting upset and yelling at him earlier.

I had this extraordinary friend, Sophie.  I met her in Montreal, at a bus stop on my way to church one morning (she’s from Egypt and makes the best baklava known to man).  I ended up going to her church instead that morning, and she ended up becoming like a second mom.

“Heather,” she told me one night while I was visiting.  “Always keep a short account with God and everyone else.” 

I haven’t always been able to do that, to be honest.  But, at times like this I  really have to wonder what’s up with that.