8:18 - Fellowship of Ailbe
8:18
As I step into the sea breeze, I wonder if this would be God’s chosen smell.
How many years have I celebrated this vista without stopping to capture it?
This image, in all its mundanity, is just what I am looking for.
The cathedral doors are open.
I hear there are odd people who actually like to mow their grass.
There is a telling division in my hero’s inner sanctum.
What’s the deal with the digits?
My job is to raise people’s spirits through writing their words.
This may change your opinion of me forever.
It always seems that one’s best photo from a whale-watching trip is a fluke shot.
This all started with name-calling.
Just when I thought this neighborhood was perfect, I find this glitch.
I stand at the kitchen counter, about to watch a Biblical principle at work.
Why is it so hard to adequately process beauty?
These ornate borders I am drawing are teaching me important lessons.