We can never go home again in this life—going home is the blessed hope of the next life—to be home in the eternal life with the Lord Jesus Christ who is the light of this world, and the next. He is the way, the truth, and the life.
That red-letter day of the inception of the end of this age draws ever closer. The end of this age is the gateway to the Lord’s terrestrial millennial kingdom which is the age of the final prelude to the new heaven and the new earth which he has prepared for us. What we can do to imagine what all this will be like is, at best, a fantasy—but what the Lord has promised is not. In this living moment, we can still choose to pay attention, each day and each night, to find the way to search ourselves and return to the light. This is the light of our Lord and savior, Jesus Christ, who gave us the life and the blessed hope that sustains us. In the love, warmth, clarity and grace of his light we can choose to gratefully prepare for the unfolding reality of what will surely be far beyond what the mind, the eye, the other senses and any devices which we may have available to us, can only scarcely begin to reveal.
Pictured: Selected scenes gratefully observed from simply looking upward and outward from a backyard perch or while out on a longer walk… and sometimes from unexpected discoveries made far from home. Where ever these discoveries may be, it is the time that is spent there that matters most. If it cannot be shared in the moment, the camera is a witness and a friend. To the patient and watchful mind, time can slow down long enough to meet with opportunity and respond to the call of the lesser-traveled road, trail, or of some long forgotten place—and provide a lasting memory of the lay of the land and water and capture unforeseen moments under changing skies that bend, fold, push, pull and stretch all the light that the beholder is willing to faithfully hope and wait for—by day or by night. Many places pictured here were found within a beautiful and fictionally-named place called California, and some places further still—out in the immense and starkly exquisite American West, well beyond the next inexhaustible horizon, in the great and welcoming backyard of the imagination.
