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Though I have taken many of photographs in my life, and have even been accused of being a photographer, I have not had many photographs taken of me. What I did have taken, for the most part, have been lost or destroyed. The following photographs are just a few moments of my life. The few moments that are captured here do not represent the way that I look/looked physically but rather represent who I was. I don't mind having so few photos of me but I do wish that there were more of me with my children for several reasons. 1.) I would have more of our photographically captured moments to assist in transporting me and anyone else that would view them back to a time when life was good to me and a time that the goodness of that life was all that reflected and emanated from my essence. 2.) (For my 2 youngest children), it would hopefully mean that there would have been more moments that I would have had with them ..period. I do have.. somewhere.. many more photos of all three of my children that I would like to post here but I can't post them at this time because I do not have access to them.. (Interestingly, that seems to be the case with some of the most important elements of my life). I also wish that I had a few more displayable moments from all of the positive relationships that I have had. Again , except for the photos that are on this page, what photos that I do have I don't have access to at this time.... All of the photos that I have access to were taken before the theme of this website became the theme of my life..,
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Lost Pages, Prequel (The Early Daze)
Madrugada En La Primavera (free from the dragon)
(photo
on this page opens slowly at times)(Audio file loads after page)
Me and Sole, Daze Of Gentle Thunder
Lost In Austin
(Soledad Otra Vez)
Sole' and Me - Synchronized in The Summer Season
Seasoned Warriors Braving the Winter Storm (photo
on this page opens slowly at times)
My Mother And father In The Spring Of Their
Life (The Union)
With every rainbow, every storm every sunrise, sunset or star lit sky, every baby's smile, it has occurred to me that that all of the beauty that God created for us in this awareness was made to give us a glimpse of what to look for in ;;;l;His eternal promise to us, and with a magnificence of such grandeur that anything that is less than His gift, no matter how incredible, appears as darkness to any being that has spiritual insight. The path of to God's light is brilliantly lit with all of the wonders that He has provided for the limitation of our 5 earthly senses. For this, I am awe-fully grateful for having had this life no matter how dark and painful that many of the moments in my life were. There have been many times that my life has been reduced to a grain of sand in this sea of technical madness that makes up most of contemporary world. Still, I have found the beauty of God somewhere within that grain of sand. It is always there in everything. We don't need to know how to read or even how to listen to words to know God. He has made sure that his Love, His beauty, His Truth, and his lessons for salvation are continually available in every dimension of our awareness.
I also believe that in all of the magnificent creations that maintain our awe that there are also lessons of how to live that are interwoven into each of those God given vistas. One of the most beautiful of those vistas and one of the most important lessons to me at this moment of life is the vista/lesson of Autumn. The life of the leaves... their moment of final glory starts as they prepare to leave the tree to their next phase of existence. Here, before they do what most of us call dying they give us their best theatric show. They clad themselves in magnificent golds and reds and purple hues, and then in their final theatric scene they separate their lives from the tree and then for one incredible moment, they perform this amazing feat of suspending themselves in the air in a massive symphony of color until finally they alight upon the ground, gathered together in a crescendo of color and slowly their hues surrender their colorful act to assume the role of a cloak that protects and to prepares the coming of the next season of life.
This.. I guess should be my moment. It is not my most creative moment and very far from my best. I wish that I could give more.., some thing beautiful.. something healing, something.., blessed.., for me.. for my ..... family,... and for all of those that have touched me or who I have touched. But this is all that I have.. no ... technical feat... no fancy graphics, or all of those..."neat things" that can be "created.., with "all of those neat toys" presently available in this monolithic moment of technical awe and terror. But ..it is my moment.. all that I got.. ..so, with what is left of the fragments of yesterday and what I could get from the few moments that I have had to gather from the tools of today and tomorrow, this is my Autumn Prayer to God for you.. my family and .. my..family ..( you know who you are..),,
... and for me..
....I know that the leaves of these pages will make the close of this season of my life more painful. It already has..
...However... do you know the legend of the thornbird??
"The Legend of The Thornbird"
There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself on the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in his heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain... Or so says the legend.
(Quoted from, "The Thornbirds"
In any case
...what I do have is here.. Thanks for taking the
time to visit ..