‘Make Love not War’

Growing up in the sixties, “Make love not war,” was a common sentiment. It was more than a slogan. It became a belief system. And it sounded so free thinking, cutting edge, and benevolent all at once. Opposing war–the Vietnam war to be exact–was popular at the time. So those who spoke out or demonstrated…

Morning Moon

I awoke before sunrise and sat in the dark soaking in the quiet morning. When the light spilled upon the horizon, I was already engrossed in reading and missed the early rays. Later I noticed out the east windows of our living room a pale, autumn, morning moon–the lesser light reflecting the greater from afar….

echogram: act II

My dear friend, Mary Jo, and I started a blog last January using photographic diptych. We coupled the diptychs of our everyday lives with scriptures. The other day I leafed through the collection, and was deeply touched by our journey in photography and life. Now with that said, neither of us are pros, in fact,…

regret…

the people in black will mourn the Man of sorrows seeing him through tears  ~Zechariah 12:10

To Guatemala!

My daughter didn’t sleep all night. She spent most of it packing. About four in the morning, she actually crawled in bed with us–something she hasn’t done in a long time. We all talked and prayed about the trip; we shed some tears too…  Julia with some orphans in Ethiopia two years ago. We leave…