Friday, July 29, 2011

If I could ...

describe my life with one picture ...

it would be this one.


It's filled with the colors of love,
it's peaceful and calm,
it's purposeful.

Perhaps that's the most important thing.
Having purpose.

I've started a new project.
It's still in the baby stages.
On Facebook, in two short days we're almost to 300.
I think that's a good indication that I'm on to something here.

So to my personal blog ..... I'm sorry if I've neglected you!

One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

His Great Hope ...


There He was, alone amidst the sweeping waves and stormy Seas of life.
His soul tossing and turning, regretting past mistakes, missed opportunities, and failure.
The Dark Clouds of the abyssmal Sea looked bleak.
He was destined, for sure, to die slowly as He sunk below the water.
It was coming, He knew. The skies were getting darker as the time went by.
He succumbed to the notion of His own demise. He had nothing.
Then, She came....

Right before His eyes, the sky parted in a majestical scene.
A ray of warm sunshine beamed down on His face and gave Him warmth.
It was an odd feeling, having spent what seemed like an eternity
in the cold vastness of an empty abyss. The feeling was queer.
It was a feeling He hadn't felt in a long time, so long that He wanted to be afraid,
wanted to find a dark spot. He got used to the dark. It shielded Him for so long
from the light of his past transgresions. In this light that was blessing Him,
He wondered what to do. What was happening and why was it happening;
He just couldn't understand.

The light had a name. It was Hope. Hope was just there; having always been there.
She was merely blocked out by the Dark Clouds that He had inherited from destiny.
Hope had come in a time where He didn't believe She even existed.
The ilk of the Dark Clouds in His life had tainted Him into believing
that all there was in life was Them. For the Dark Clouds had seared His eyes
with apparent dillusions of the notion that They were all that were there.
Aye those Dark Clouds, with Their overt sense of self-import, tricked Him
into believing that what They were was of the paramount. Hope challenged that.
The Dark Clouds were only a small part of the Sea.
They had Their importance and fuction in life that was equal to all other things great and small.
Hope let Him know that He was important, too.

He was mesmerized by this. Could She be so daft as to think
that He was of any consequence to anyone or anything? Had She not known
that it was in the Kharma that He was to be but a bit of floating debris drifting
in the sea like the waste of a passing ship that was jettisoned overboard,
lest it become a burden to someone?

Had She not been told that His job in life had but one course;
to serve His purpose and be set aside until next time? He HAD served His purpose.
He had done it as best as He could. Apparently, Hope knew nothing of this.
She must not have known about what a failure He had been,
that tool that just didn't quite measure up. He was broken,
like an over-torqued wrench, a bent nail, a bolt stripped of it's fine threads.
Did She not see that He wasn't to be fixed? Not to be saved?
What was Her blindness to the truth? Hadn't the Omniscient Dark Cloud informed Her,
taught Her, or guided Her to the knowing that this is how it was?

Hope saw all. Hope knew all. She was, after all, Hope...
Hope shone on His face and gave a warmth that He was starting to accept.
She was showing Him all the scenery that the Sea had to offer.
He started to take a liken to Her. Hope was there. As long as the Dark Clouds stayed away,
She would be there. Upon their approach, She would then slip back away, He thought.
They were coming again, those Dark Clouds, full of despariaging remarks and subversive mood.
He would be, once again, alone to deal with Them. She would become a memory.
He knew She had a jouney of Her own. For She had a path Herself She'd travel.
He thought it was a one way journey.

But Hope had something in store for Him...
Hope DID have a journey in store. The Great Celestial Being
had created Her to take a journey. To cast light on the faces of others near and afar.
To give them the same strength that He had seen and felt.
She was to envelope the Seas of the other side of the Earth
with that same beauty and sunshine that had been exposed to His.
She had a darker test to complete herself. One in which He wanted
Her to be victorious. She HAD to come back to Him. He needed Her so bad.
The Seas seemed more beautiful when She was around.
Despite the waves that enveloped Him oft times, His only desire was to see
Her when He resurfaced. Hope was all that brought Him fighting
to get to the surface for surely He would've never came up again had
She not been there. He thanked the Great Being for presenting Her to Him at all,
the least of which during His peril. Had He met His fate, He would take solace in
knowing that She even existed. What's more, the Great Being blessed Him with
Her presence at all. For He now knew, He HAD done something right
in His meek existance to accord such a beautiful payback.

But then There was Hope...
Hope was in Her Journey. She had a dark side She had to traverse.
It was of great risk;of great uncertainty. She wanted to see Him.
Among all the waves, He was someone She could appreciate.
He looked at Her and made Her feel wanted, special. It made Her shine brightly
as She spread Her rays of Hope to all who came into view.
She DID want to see Him again, right? She WAS sure?
Would He be there when She returned. Or would Her struggle to success
and subsequent return to His last vestage be for naught? She struggled to come
back and the tought of seeing Him gave Her strength. He gave Her the push
needed to speed around to Him and where She last left Him.

But there was He...
Hope came around the Horizon. He revelled at the sight of Her,
the Hope that He knew. The Dark Clouds and what the mere thought
of what They had done to Him had disappeared. Those sundering waves had subsided.
The Land was in sight. He smiled. He smiled like he had never smiled before.
For He knew....

He knew He had been given...HOPE

Written by S. Rendleman


One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Postcards From the Fence


Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
~ Henry Ward Beecher

One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Postcards From the Fence


there are days too beautiful for words.
Today is one of them.

One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways. 

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Trust ...

your inner voice.


When someone gives you false information, your body reacts to it.
When someone treats you or speaks to you with disrespect, your body reacts to it.
You know immediately, don't ignore what your body tell is telling you.
People who falsify like to keep you second guessing yourself, don't.
Somewhere deep down ... you know what you need to know.

That inner voice is there to protect you, to help you, to warn you.
Listen to it. 

One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways. 

Morning musings ...

things are changing in my world.
I can't tell you what they are just yet ...

but I think
they're big ones.
No, I know they are.
New beginnings.
New Journeys.
I've opened the door to some things,
 things that are going to be bigger than I imagined.

I don't mean to sound cheesy when I say
I love life, I mean I really love life, all of it.
In the end it's all good. It's a big ole garden full
of flowers, and weeds, and worms and dirt and...
well ... playin in the garden get's messy sometimes.
But some very beautiful things grow there.
It's all good.

                                                                                                        Showy Lady Slippers

These flowers are so beautiful.
They only bloom in early summer.
They  grow in the ditches on the sides of the road,
the edge of the forest, where it's wet, and mucky.
You get what I'm saying. 

One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Postcards From the Fence


I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Beautiful Scenery

isn't just about trees, lakes and landscapes.


I've photographed Brooke since she was three.
I had the privilege of photographing her this week.
Your heart baby girl is the most beautiful part of you. 
It always has been.
It always will be.


Congratulations Brooke~!~!

One Love. One Peace. Always and All ways. 

Saturday, July 16, 2011

On The Subject of Clarity

Dog jumping in water, storm over prairie at sunset 200abb
I know.
It's hard to tell what it is ...

You're too close. 

Step back. 
You have to ...

Dog jumping in water, storm over prairie at sunset 194ab

in order to see the whole picture.
Clarity requires it. 

Life ...
is about seeing the whole picture.


One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

May you be at peace ...

My son's father died a year ago this month, give or take a few days.
I am re-posting this in honor of his memory. 

You were so good in heart.
You were a good man.
This life was so very difficult for you.

Your time on this earth was not in vain.
Your gift was your kindness.
The biggest gift you gave to me,
and the family we share...
Our son.

Do me a favor would you?
Hug our daughter for me.
Tell her I love her.

Wherever you are may you now find the peace
you could not while you were here.


R.I.P. Erik.


One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

I think ...

Love feels like this ...

Dog jumping in water, storm over prairie at sunset 194ab

and this ...


and this ...


In fact I know it does.
: )

The true source of joy is love —
love of God, love of beauty, love of wisdom,
love of another human being, it does not matter which.
It is all one love:
a joyful awareness of dissolving boundaries of our ordinary narrow self,
of being one with the reality beyond, of being made whole.

- Irma Zaleski,
from the essay The Door To Joy

One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Point made ...

Now back to regularly scheduled blogging.


Literally jumped off the phone and chased the storm tonight.
I have more images but this one ... this one caught my eye.
I love a good thunderstorm.

One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

I've been busy ....

Photographing some big talent in the Blues world. 
What an incredible experience that was. The music was insanely good. 
Most of my inside time has been spent post processing 32975722354 pictures from this event.
Will be writing about it very soon.

Bernard Allison

Lance Lopez

these are only two of the talents 
I've heard and photographed this last month.

I've been ...

Prairie Lake, Loons, Fish, Hannah 118a
(this was caught on a beautiful red spinner bait among other things sent to me for my birthday!)
[thank you !!!]

fishing ...

and camping, four wheeling, and and and .... 

When the sun is shining and the air is warm, inside is the last place I want to be.
Summer is definitely here.
I'll catch up soon~!

One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

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