Well, today I tendered my resignation at Lewis and Clark Community College in order to attend seminary this fall to pursue a Masters in Divinity. This has been a decision I have taken a long time to come to and which I have not taken lightly. If you are the praying sort, I would appreciate yours, that I will see this through and listen to see where God may be taking me.
At any rate, after visiting a dear Uncle who is very close to going to be home with Jesus and his sister and after the day’s events, I was a bit pensive and just relaxed by taking some pictures of beautiful Lewis and Clark at twilight. These are sans tripods, but still convey the beauty. It was perfect night.







I enjoy the use of reflection, especially in #3.
#5 is interesting because the bright light in the middle of the photo looks like fire and it’s shape reminds me of a fairy drinking from the fountain. Not that I’ve seen fire fairies drinking out of fountains but you know what I mean.
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
excerpt from “The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock- T.S. Eliot
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
excerpt from “The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock- T.S. Eliot
Disturb the universe, indeed. Hopefully the end to all of this will be a little more hopeful than the one the persona in Prufrock experiences at the end of the poem.
Oh yes! better endings for your song- I just love that poem for it’s melancholy mood. Haunted and uncertain…