When thinking about where I live, I have a few spots that visually really bring me peace. The church on Market with the huge stain glass flower, the view of the sunset from my backyard or of the moonrise from the marina. This one is also one of my favorites. It’s the view from the bridge nearest the yummy Corner Bakery.
My favorite downtown view
We go this way when we take Noah to work, or when we are driving to visit Scott at the Wharf. It’s a lovely little spot to stop and take a snap. I’ve shared it here before but I felt this shot got a clearer image than the last one. Do you see why it’s easy to be at peace living here? I love it, and would love to stay for the rest of my life and to stop being a “come here” and start being a “stay here”. We will see, only time will tell.
Unfiltered, unaltered, straight out of camera. Only creator God does it like this folks.
I apologize sincerely if any of these pictures are redundant. As I see it we can all use a little visual peace, and my fire and sunset pictures are nothing if not peaceful.
So as I mentioned Saturday, last week Noah had a friend come up from North Carolina. He drove a long four hours to stay for only thirty six hours, sad face. It was a good time however and we did a LOT more than I photographed. And the above picture is horribly blown out. That’s what I get for waiting until last minute at 7:45 in the morning before he’s got to head back home.
fire pit against the post sunset sky
Both nights that he was here we had the fire pit going. The first night for s’mores but the second was just for kicks and giggles. We aren’t in a city and have to street lights so we have the best view (of my life so far) of the night sky, and thankfully the first night he was here was also had clear skies.
So dark, warm and smokey. I love going to bed with the smell of campfire in my hair and on my skin.
pinks and purples and blues, oh my
What an amazing sunset we had too. We’re always so glad when our friends can come and share in this glory that God has given us.
Scott was home both nights (oh have I mentioned I LOVE his new schedule!?!) and was able to get out the fishing pole and play around a bit. We have yet to catch a fish off our bulkhead, but one day we will, I’m certain of it.
My camera was refusing to let the light in, but I love how these turned out.
Scott and the boys watching as the crazy sun goes down.
This is the last one I took before my camera finally started responding to my bossy commands.
These pictures are a prime example of why shooting in manual can be challenging, and they’re also a prime example of how things aren’t always as they appear. It was NOT a dark day, and these pictures really should have been MUCH brighter, yet here they are, coming off my sd card and into your eyeballs just like that.
Visuals can be deceiving. That lady with the tattoos is really- really nice, and the teen girl with the purple mohawk has a toddler that she takes for a walk around the neighborhood every single night right out of pure love. That really smelly and tired looking man just pulled a LONG shift at the local poultry place, so he could take care of his “five head o’ young’un” including one that’s heading off to college in the fall. Everyone has a story, but can you hear it? Everyone, EVERYONE needs your grace, your compassion and your mercy.
Something I’ve been praying and singing a lot lately, “Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy on me” and I change it up “Lord have mercy on her, and him, and them.” Lord have mercy.
When you don’t know how to pray, you can always pray for mercy.