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God and His Canvas

One evening when I was about seven years old, Grandma O. (my mom’s mom) and I were admiring the sunset from her kitchen window while she washed dishes at the sink and I ate a snack at the table.  The black outline of the trees in her back yard and the neighbors’ yards behind hers sharply contrasted against the pale orange sky.

“That’s a pretty sunset,” I said, after taking my first glance of it.

“It is,” Grandma said in agreement.  “God paints the sky every evening.”

By some people’s standards of beauty in nature, it did not have the wow factor that many other sunsets have had, but to seven-year-old me, it was pure beauty.   I didn’t know it at the time, but that evening was the first of many when the sunset would grab my attention and take my breath away.  I never forgot Grandma’s words about God painting the sky, and the more I’ve pondered those words over the years, the more I appreciate the beauty of sunsets and see how creative of an artist God is.  (The same could be said about sunrises too, but I’m not always awake early enough to see them.)  As I grew up, I wouldn’t hesitate to stop and stare at sunsets that I thought were particularly striking and attempt to take in every detail of their beauty.  Sometimes I would write about them in my journal, but my attempts to capture and record what I saw–striking hot pinks, calming pale blues, soothing lavenders, shimmering clouds, beaming rays of light, the fiery red-orange sun, and (finally) inky black with twinkling stars–were always futile.

When I was 13 years old, my mom gave me my first camera.  Neither of us knew that I would use it primarily to photograph sunsets, but it’s not surprising to know that now.  Capturing a vision on film is much more feasible than trying to describe it in words on paper.  I tried capturing as many sunsets (and sunrises) on film as I could over the years from as many places as possible, and was deeply disappointed on those few occasions when the film didn’t develop a picture at all.  I knew that I had only one evening to attempt to take a picture of that particular sunset; I would never see it again.

The more I think about what Grandma said about God “painting the sky,” the more I see how creative He is.  The sky He made is the ultimate canvas, and He brushes strokes of various colors across it however He likes.  He lets us in on this aspect of His creativity twice a day:  sunrise and sunset.  No two are alike.  Each masterpiece in the sky is unique to the time and day that He gives us the opportunity to see it.  They are in town for one morning or one evening only.  Not only that, but from start to finish, they constantly change.  The changes are barely noticeable from minute to minute, but from one half hour or so to the next, it’s obvious that the Artist is still at work on His piece, and that it’s all part of His design.  All of those subtle changes take place so that the art can fade away into darkness to make way for the next painting.

Grandma left us for heaven one year ago tonight.  As I watched part of tonight’s sunset from the deck door a few hours ago, I thought of the conversation that she and I had 22 years ago.  Tonight’s sunset of pale blue and pale orange didn’t take my breath away like others have in the past, and much of my view was blocked by the the numerous trees in the woods that haven’t lost their leaves yet.  Like the sunset I saw from Grandma’s kitchen window when I was seven years old, this one wasn’t particularly bold or striking, but it was still beautiful in its own way.  It was still a piece of art created by the Master Artist, and this piece was on display for one night only.  I’m thankful to have seen it.

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Late Night Rambling

I’m a night owl.  Some of you who know me well or have lived with me already know this.  Some of you may have already figured that out based on what time my blog posts are published.  (By the way, the clock on this blog is an hour fast.  It’s been that way since I started it.  If any of you know how to fix this, can you please tell me how?  I’ve been trying since November.)  For whatever reason, my deepest urges to read and write and my most spontaneous jolts of creativity hit me and demand attention and energy when I should be hitting the sack for some desperately needed shut eye.  Tonight is no different, although the way I got there is not typical.

Believe me, right now I’d love to be fast asleep in bed.  My eyelids are drooping as we speak and have been for hours.  However, stormy weather, like the kind we had earlier today and what I thought we would get tonight, keeps me up at night.  (So does editing a blog post after I’ve finished writing it.)  I’ve been hanging out in the basement most of the day today, although part of that is because the people whose house I’m currently staying at has their family room in their basement, and that’s where their dogs like to hang out the most.  🙂

Anyway, I just had to check the weather before I could call it a night with a little peace of mind, so I checked two different weather reports to make sure that all was well and that I could go to sleep without being awoken by a tornado siren within a couple of hours.  One of the sites I checked a few minutes ago was the Weather Channel.  After I checked the weather forecast for my area, I came across an article that TWC posted about bubbles frozen under Abraham Lake in Alberta, Canada.  Darwin Wiggett is the photographer who captured these images with is camera.  I’d never heard of Abraham Lake before, but I’m always up for learning about different places in the world (I loved geography class), and I love taking photographs of nature scenes.  My interest was piqued.

I never knew that such a natural phenomenon existed.  Who would’ve thought that such a cold, harsh environment could also be so beautiful? 

The photos took me away for a few minutes and calmed me down.  Seeing those photos made me want to travel to that sub-zero part of the world and snap some pictures of my own.  Although that’s highly unlikely anytime soon, I need to get out and go somewhere to take pictures.  (I like to pretend that I’m a great photographer.)

If you’re in the mood for looking at some beautiful photos, click on the link and enjoy.  All of them are amazing, in my opinion, but if I had to pick a favorite, it’s 15/32.

http://www.weather.com/news/science/nature/stunning-ice-bubbles-photos-20130528

 

 

Pink vs. Blue

Have you ever seen Disney’s Sleeping Beauty?  In the movie, two of the fairies, Flora and Merryweather, decide to make a dress for Princess Aurora’s 16th birthday.  All throughout the movie, they argue about what color it should be.  Flora insists that it should be pink, but Merryweather wants it to be blue.

I am now having the same debate with myself over what color my blog should be.  I started out with a pink blog with dogwood blossoms at the top of the page, but my other option is a blue background with forget-me-not blossoms.  Both are equally pretty, and I keep going back and forth on whether or not my blog should be pink or blue.

Flora and Merryweather never settled their argument over choosing either pink or blue for Aurora’s dress, so I have no one to emulate as I try to make this decision.  Therefore, I am asking you.  Which color should I use:  pink or blue?  Feel free to comment below.  I might go back and forth between the two options over the next few days, so you might get a chance to see both.

Thanks for your input.  🙂

pink vs. blue

Hi!

Hi, everyone!

So…this is my blog.  I’ve kicked around the idea of starting a blog for the last year or two, so I finally decided to go ahead and start one. 

To be honest, I don’t know what all I’m going to write on this blog.  I like to write as a pastime, but I don’t know if any of my random thoughts would make up a cool blog that people will want to read.  I guess that’s okay, though.  At least I can say that I tried blogging.

I’m still in the early stages of making this blog my own, so please don’t judge this book by its cover.  🙂  Hopefully it will have more personality fairly soon.

Thanks for stopping by!  Hope you come back soon!