This is my Father’s world,
And to my list’ning ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world;
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas—
His hand the wonders wrought.
Those beautiful words from one of my favorite hymns have been an inspiration to me as a photographer to look for and appreciate and try to capture God’s grace and beauty … whatever the season.
You can find them in bare tree limbs, their silhouettes gracefully framing a picturesque river scene.
Rustling overhead, defying winter's icy breezes ...
While their massive roots gently cradle fallen seed pods below ...
The branches of twisted and gnarled cedars are heavy with beautiful clusters of blue berries.
"In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
I hope you find God's grace in whatever the winter brings your way, and remember that no matter how cold it gets, or how long the days seem ... the flowers of Spring are quietly sleeping beneath their blankets of snow and leaves ... patiently waiting for God's "wakeup call. "
I hope WE can wait as patiently!