Wednesday, October 23, 2013

A Different Place

                                                                                                                             


Fog changes everything.




Wild grape vines become a decoration for the oak tree...




 and spider webs festoon the cedars like ornaments on a Christmas tree.




On closer inspection, I can't find the spiders,

but their handiwork leaves no doubt that they've been here.




Even the familiar road becomes unfamiliar,

like something from a fairy tale.




The pattern of the forest is simplified, a single tree isolated.




I cannot see the One who made the fog on this misty morning,

but His fingerprints are everywhere.



He also made the stars.
Genesis 1:16