WHAT I KNOW TO BE TRUE
Blessings come and go and so do the trials and hardships. But, the Lord remains steadily faithful like an unmovable majestic mountain
Let me tell you the story behind the picture.
There I stood, with my eyes fixed on the distant mountains the breeze refreshed my skin. I stepped back to leave when movement on the grown caught my attention.
A dandelion swayed below my feet. I sensed it wanted me to see what it saw.
Holding to the road rail, down on my rump I went. But, to witness the picturesque view of the weed, I had to lay down by the side of the road.
I was so glad I did.
Now, getting up was a bit challenging, for the gravel and the inclined made my feet slipped.
Thank-goodness for road rails.
BACK ON MARCH 30 – It was a beautiful sunny day in Anchorage, Alaska and all I wanted was to feel the sun’s warmth as the chilled air-cooled my face.
Believe me, on this day, this trail was busy with walkers, bikers and cross-country skiers. Oh, I almost forgot, also man’s best friend, doggies. It was safe, yet I remain alert.The peace and tranquility in the Alaska’s outdoors is addicting. I can’t ever get enough. On this day, I couldn’t wait to find a place to lose myself in. Mentally speaking.
The beauty this trail revealed created bubbles of happiness inside me. If I could have, I would have giggled as I twirled. I would have spun until the ground would have become unstable.
But, I didn’t.
I did feel drunk from the purest blue sky, that I thought I heard the spread out tree arms clap faster and faster as if to encourage me to go ahead spin and set my soul free.
Even though I only imagined, my soul did become filled with glee from the glimmering snow. I felt very much like a child as I roamed, photograph and dreamed by myself, but never once did I feel alone.
I hope you enjoyed this place like I did.
Driving south on highway-1 from Anchorage, the view is beyond capturing, but I still try.
It changes in minutes, just beyond the cluster of trees, over the bridge, after the next set of mountains, practically on every curve of the road.
Because there isn’t always a place to pull over to the side of the road, I have to photograph from a moving car.
One must be watchful and careful on this highway, it is dangerous, not only because of animals, but people and the weather.
When I see a grand scene, I photograph the view from a moving car as quickly as I can. Many times what I see before me, the camera can’t capture well.
One, the grand view changes too fast.
Two, light is difficult to photograph period.
Three, a moving vehicles with a snowy, dirty windshield causes fuzzy photos.
But, I kept trying. I had to show you what I saw, because it expanded my chest wider, pulled my shoulders back, released my concerns and helped me breath deeper again.
Once, I can stop. I do and then the scene swallows me whole. Nature does it every time, it reminded me of Who is actually in control and it’s not me.