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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Resurrection flower--Day 3

"And the one sitting on the throne said, 'Look, I am making everything new!' And then he said to me, "Write this down, for what I tell you is trustworthy and true."--Rev. 21:5

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Glimmer of Earth Day hope

Earth Day tree, 5 by 5 watercolor, 140# d'Arches
The Earth is in bad shape these days, and I wonder if all our feeble individual  attempts to "Go Green," recycle, and do other things can save it and ourselves.
 The enormity of the problems  dwarfs us, considering the human pollution of huge countries like China and India, and the greed pollution of countries like the U.S. Oklahoma's Neanderthal legislature is trying to tax people who put in solar power, and our energy company elected shills deny there is drastic climate change underway, because they don't want to admit the obvious...carbon emissions are helping warm the earth, sea levels are rising, killing smog is more common, and so forth. What the world needs most is a huge plague or natural disaster to wipe out much of the population so it can recoup. That's the only real solution, as fatalistic as that sounds.
But there are glimmers of hope. The UCO campus was alive with students and organizations promoting Earth Day and sustainability today. There is hope, but time is running out.
In the meantime, I will continue to walk in the park  or sit on the back porch and enjoy the budding trees trees and flowers  and chirping birds...there is so much beauty and life.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Resurrection flowers-Day One

These Iris in our front yard are about to burst open, reminding me of death, and time and of the birth of new life. Years ago, they grew near my Dad's grave in Comanche, OK, around the base of a twisted  blackjack. 
I go there every year on Mother's Day, planting live flowers on my mother's grave 15 miles south in Waurika. Then on the way back, I stop at Comanche, and do the same for Dad.
One year, only the stump of the tree remained, but there were still the Iris, so I dug some up and brought them back.
Last year, for some reason these Iris  didn't bloom, and I missed them. And when I visited the Comanche grave, even those iris were gone.
So these are special flowers for me, because they remind me of life, death, family and the passing of years. Dad's been dead 41 years now. The iris bloom and then fade quickly compared to us, but they don't die even if there are some bad years. They remind me that our life also "is like a vapor."
I'll be glad when they bloom again, and in two weeks, I'll visit those graves again, thinking about these flowers. 

Season of the clouds

  Spring time in Oklahoma, the season of clouds and ping-pong weather. Cool and rainy this morning, turns to muggy weather this afternoon, as the clouds drift across the gradually clearing sky, the warmth and humidity building up cumulus. The next day should be nice, but then the next may bring severe weather with more clouds, and then the next will be nice again. 
"Lift up your eyes..." says Scripture. What beautiful skies. Waiting to be painted in watercolor.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Shadows of the backroad church crosses

Watercolor of the church at Tajique, N.M., Manzanos in the background
 Where there's a church, there are crosses, on the roof, and in the nearby Campo Santos. The possibilities of photos and paintings are as numerous as the crosses, especially on the backroads. What a testament to the power of Easter and the long, long shadow of the cross.
Little church on backroads southeast of Las Vegas, NM

Abandoned church northwest of Las Vegas, NM

Church at Cerrillos
Bishop Lamy's sanctuary, Bishop's Lodge, NM