White Rock Lake

This is the stream that runs down from Norbuck Park and feeds into White Rock Creek before it enters White Rock Lake. I pass by this on my frequent walks over to Flagpole Hill. One day, I stopped, sat down on the bridge, and started filming. For interest, I tossed ...
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I took a half-mile detour to capture this image on yesterday's long hike, knowing that a poem was brewing. Storms should never be wasted ...
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How I Built This On a rainy day walk around the lake, I came across a smashed-up smartphone. It had no identification on it, and wouldn't power on after charging, so I gave up on trying to find its owner. However, I did notice that there was a pretty interesting ...
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Often, I have to sit on the ground or lie down in the grass to get the best perspective for photographs. It always occurs to me that this is the view that little critters in the field have of the world around them. Do they appreciate beauty? I hope so ...
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WALK AWAY FROM TALK RADIO
When angry men are on a roll,
It's usually best to take a stroll.
#lessonsimlearning #proverbs2224 ...
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Last night, instead of sleeping, my mind was aswirl with thoughts of trees, vines, fruitfulness, and the relationship of these to imago dei. Too often, I have stopped at noting the object (e.g., the persistent tree) without noting its purpose: fruitfulness, provision, generosity like that of the Creator. "Be fruitful." ...
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I was contemplating the metamorphosis of people willing to die to faux prosperity ...
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I took a half-mile detour to capture this image on yesterday's long hike, knowing that a poem was brewing. Storms should never be wasted ...
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