The chapel at the local college is a favorite subject of mine. And since today is Christmas, it doesn’t hurt to think and reflect a bit about the holiday, before its commercialism. It is the story of hope – and hope is always something we need, no matter what we believe. It is a day to enjoy our blessings, and a day to reflect and dig deeper than the bottom of your stocking.
Today is Christmas morning. It is easy to forget what truly lies behind Christmas – thoughts of peace and hope, the turning of the year as the solstice brings back the light of longer days, and the values that are at the core of most of us. Community. Family. The world around us.
For me, much of what I truly love in this world is ephemeral. My family, my friends – we all will vanish at some point. How many of us will be remembered in 100 years? There is one thing, though, that never ceases to amaze me, and that is the natural beauty of the world, its diversity of life (human, animal, plant), and the fact that it is even here at all.
With this in mind, I wandered through some of the myriad photos I took on our trip last summer. Here, a view out of the car window on the way from Mesa Verde, Colorado, to the state of Wyoming. Here, the American West – sparse, grand, barren, and filled with life. Merry Christmas!
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