I never tire of standing still in the woods just basking in the magic of it. Every tiny element is a gift… a red leaf, leftover from autumn, resting upon a soft green bed of moss… so many layers of God’s handiwork inviting my eyes and ears to explore.
Read more →I am mesmerized by the forest… by the intricacy of life in the woods. Every square millimeter teems with fantastic variety — mosses, insects, flowers, grasses, mushrooms, trees. Even the rocks are filled with ever changing life. Only the most magnificent God could create all of this from nothing. Woods are my worship. And my worship is simply to be astounded at how awesome is our God.
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After lunch we decide to take a photo walk through the conservation area next to our property. The walk there is a shadeless section of the old log road that runs by our cabin. It is a messy mix of sticky mud, hard red clay, large rocks, and huge gulleys where the rain has washed it away. The road is difficult to walk on; the gravel shifts and slides under our heavy muck boots.
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I love night sounds in the country—the croaking tree frogs, whirring crickets, coyotes howling, owls hooting. I love it all! Well I love it all EXCEPT for ONE nightly critter call… those blasted whippoorwills!
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I happen upon a long black snake lying across the trail, a black rat snake. He’s one of the good guys.
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