Credit Where It Is Due

Credit Where It is Due

I like to make photographs, and I enjoy being praised for what I have done. But God teaches a different attitude, one of thankfulness and humility. He pointed that out to me recently. I DO NOT MAKE THESE PHOTOGRAPHS ALONE. I didn't create the light, or the technology which makes photography possible. I didn't buy my camera, it was a gift from my husband. I didn't give myself the ability to see through the camera in order to make an image which others find pleasing. It is right to use what I have been given to the best of my ability, but it is wrong to take credit for what I have not done. God made the light, the elements which are used to manufacture the camera, and the world from which these images come. He has given me gifts: people to teach me, eyes to see with, and a brain to process information. I am thankful for these gifts. He deserves all the praise, not I.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

"Ghostie-Kitty!"


This is Ghost.
He was abandoned by his former owner somewhere nearby.
When I first saw him, he was behind our house, 
Prowling the woods. 
He was shedding his fur for summer, and looked very rough.
He was hard to see, so I named him Ghost.

So he adopted us.
We soon learned that he was very friendly,
Unless you were another cat.
He is bold, and not afraid of dogs or raccoons.
He is a good hunter. However, he likes to catch birds.

He likes to go with me on my walks. The first shot was taken on a walk.
The rock he is standing on is in the middle of a small creek.
He was ready to go on, but I wanted to go back.

When we are walking, he falls behind sometimes.
Especially when going uphill, or if a tantalizing smell distracts him.
But if he gets "lost," he hollers.
Loudly.
Then I holler back, and wait. I meow, or call, "Ghostie-Kitty!"
He finds me, and all is well.

I have no idea why Ghost was abandoned,
He was obviously well cared for and loved before.
I think people do their pets a disservice in abandoning them.
But I am glad Ghost found and adopted us.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Remnant of Forests Past

A hundred years ago, or so,
This tree was alive.
Fire took it,
But the forest revived.

Now it stands, blackened and stark,
Sheltering insects,
Holding  moss
Cradling life in its charcoal bark.