parisian dreams

i am dreaming of paris in late summer this year... =)

i held out my hand and touch the tangled ball of yarn which is Paris, its infinite material all wrapped up around itself, the precipitate of its atmosphere falling on its windows and forming images of clouds and garrets. ~ julio cortázar, "hopscotch."

washing at dusk

"Right now it is dusk and far in the east the sky is already being inked with the shadow that our earth makes of itself and some nearer stars are waking there...over the sky (still fading, still and newly exquisite) and over me, a great peace washes. It comes up from the ground and down from the heavens - a deep peace breathed out by a universe that surrounds itself again to the embrace of its Creator - its God, who is to be sought by His saints in the hours of early mornings but condescends to seek out even sinners at dusk and washes them at evening in the peace of His presence and throws round their shoulders the cloak of His acceptance and puts on their fingers the ring of His pleasure - the pleasure He takes in them when He meets them here on the road even before they could get home, when He echoes in the evening the hymn He sang for them at dawn."


~ Washing at Dark by Rich Mullins (Release Magazine, 1992)

i went to lower pierce reservoir on saturday with a few photography buffs to take photos. it's a really beautiful place to catch the sunset.

here are some of the photos...

l simply love them in black and white.

this is my favourite photo with its surreal dream-like quality.

can you seeing that blurry left hand fading into the water..?

the fisherman

looking and catching the sun rays...

contemplating...and taking in all that beauty

I am thankful

...for the joy of life
...for the love of family and friends

...for the beautiful earth, waters and skies

...for the sunrise and sunsets
...for the ability to witness all the beauty of creation
...for time to watch, explore, learn, grow
...for continuing mercies
...for lessons in love, grace, giving
...for my daily bread

hello.

welcome to in reverie...

“Sit in reverie, and watch the changing color of the waves

that break upon the idle seashore of the mind".

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow