Morning Walk ~ Lake of Constance, Germany

 The whole family came paddling by . . . 

Morning Walk ~ Urberg, Germany

 

Morning Walk ~ Along the Rhine

 Waldshut, Germany

Morning Walk ~ Along the Rhine

 At the Swiss border. 

Looking into the Future ~

The old monk said: Keep going. Let the path find you.

Waking Me with Splendor ~

You reflect Your beauty to me through Your creatures.

An Autumn Morning ~

This morning at 7:30 there was a congregation of birds on the highest branches of the trees looking out over the hill to catch the magnificent red sunrise.

Words Written on a Dilapidated House ~

Yipee! Wir sind am Ziel unserer Träume.
Translation:

Yipee! We have reached the goal of our dreams.

Winter Morning at Sunrise ~

I look out over the wide field covered with snow and imagine it will one day be green with grass, or brown with wheat swaying in the breeze. Ah--I must be dreaming.

Seasons Don't Wait ~

Sadly, I see the first tinge of autumn today on the maple trees along my path.

Protectors ~

Two stately San Bernardino dogs out in front of a lady with their unneeded leashes would turn every thirty paces to see if she were coming along.

Breaking the Heart ~

What happens when a child realizes this loss?

At 7:45 in the Morning ~

The highway is buzzing with cars heading off at high speed to make it to the place of work with all the people who are helping to hold this world together.

Sunrise ~

Another day, another gift, given me.

With 80 plus ~

Why so hard to just put one foot out in front of the other and walk, erect. I used to be so secretly proud of my gait.

Morning Walk ~ At the Baltic Sea

Ruegen

We walked on tiny white seashells and sand that morning.

Sunday Morning ~

And overhead, a lark fluttering and twittering its song.

A Perfect Sunday Morning ~

. . . and a lark is flittering over the field.

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Morning Walk ~ Christmas 2009

You dazzle me with the beauty of Your creation.

Morning Beauty ~

This morning at 7:30 I was walking along a high path looking down over fog-covered fields with only the tree-tops protruding. Coming up behind more distant hills the sun, a great bright ball. I stood there watching it roll up a distant hill.