As I sit here in the parking lot of my favorite Starbucks, sipping my warm hot chocolate and listening to the new mixes from the yet-to-be-finished "We Shot The Moon" album, I can't help but think of C.S. Lewis and his Narnian chronicles. You see, years ago a friend dared me to read a book. You're probably thinking, "Why would you need to be dared to read a book?" but for me, reading isn't something that catches my interest. So I picked up a book, and my unemployed rear, and spent countless days exploring Narnia. Those were the days without heartache, without bills, without lonliness, and without cancer.
And now as the rain gets harder on the windshield, I sigh with contentment knowing that even though I neglect Him, God has me. He undoubtedly has me.
This particular shot is simple. Just her feet hanging off the edge of a tiny dock, in a tiny lake, a pond even. Small enough to throw a rock across.
This shot is what summer should be. Carefree relaxation. The feet want to plung into the water, but just seem to hold on to the edge of safefy for some reason. Maybe the water is cold? Maybe it's murky. Whatever the reason, they sat there long enough for me to capture, and I'm pleased with the outcome.
Hopefully I will take some more shots this weekend, we will see!