I’ve been looking for color, something other than green, when I walk. Thanks to God for berries that stay for the winter to brighten an otherwise drab landscape…
I ambled down to the rocks beside the sea yesterday afternoon. It’s been a while and this is one of my favorite walks– besides being considerably aerobic on the return back UP to the Wildwood where we live…
This eagle glided in for a closer scrutiny at my invasion of his kingdom…
I’ve always loved to clamber on rocks. They seem so fitting here, so rugged beside the wild sea…
Wild and yet serene in this protected strait, beneath an always changing kaleidoscope of glory… 
Mighty firs are hard to capture no matter what the lens. The path runs along under their canopy just above the edge of the sea…
If you can keep your eyes on the glory beyond, the tangly thickets in the way don’t much matter. There’s a life lesson there somewhere…
“For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison,as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.” II Cor.4:18
–LS
Goodness. where's the snow?
you mean the white cold stuff?
Yea, I guess I shouldn't complain about the lack of any color but green… it could be just white! Bless you.