The Sky's Proclamation

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.

Psalm 19:1

Linking with Skywatch Friday

Front Row Seats

Late afternoon thundershowers washed over our part of the Ozarks recently. 

 Campers at the park at Theodosia on Bull Shoals Lake 

had front row seats to glimpse God's majesty

brushed over the sky.

The heavens proclaim the glory of God.

The skies display His craftsmanship.

Psalm 19:1

Linking with Skywatch Friday 

and Tuesday Muse

Watching the Sky

November in the Ozarks was going out wet and gray, 

until just after sunset Tuesday, when the clouds parted, 

and the trees, their bristles stiff and bare, 

painted bright streaks in the sky, forecasting clear days to come. 

I went outside before light the next morning, warm jacket over my wool robe, 

my hands tucked tightly into the pockets. 

 The waxing moon had set, and countless stars, in all their splendor, 

glimmered brightly against an India ink sky.

Constellations, recently emerged from behind their curtain of leaves,

greeted me like old friends.

High above was the Big Dipper, 

and Orion, the hunter, leaned toward the lake,

his faithful dog, Canis Major, at his side.

The night sky was silent, but in the morning light, 

we heard sounds that turned our faces upward.  

A large ragged V of migrating geese was passing overhead,

calling out praises with each beat of their wings.

We walk the earth, we watch the sky,

and we see glory.

The heavens proclaim the glory of God.

The skies display His craftsmanship.

Day after day they continue to speak;

night after night they make Him known.

Psalm 19:1,2

Also linking with Skywatch Friday

Morning Surprise

We don't always get what we are looking for.

It's early, and the chance of a good sunrise compels me to load up the car

 and drive to the west side of the lake.  

Barley is eager to ride along in hopes of a morning swim.

At the lake, I lift the hatch and unload my tripod.

Barley races to the water's edge and looks back over his shoulder,

dancing in place until I throw a stick for him to retrieve.

It's a good arrangement; he gets a few retrieves,

and I get a few pictures.

The sunrise is a pretty one, but it won't make the year's top 10.

  

Scattered raindrops spit from the sky and I figure the shooting session is over.

Turning to go, I stop dead in my tracks. 

The bright ribbon stretching across the sky holds me there, gasping in wonder.

We don't always get what we are hoping for.

Sometimes we get more.




God's glory is on tour in the skies,

God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.

Psalm 19:1

Linking with Skywatch Friday