When the bird falls

 

The brevity of life photographed by Jane this weekend.

We found this little bird on our doorstep. His posture is sweetly serene as if he knew he couldn't add a single hour to his life.  His beak and head are bowed in reverence to his Creator.  O, little bird, you are an exquisite reminder that time is on loan and our Father alone knows the final hour. 

One snowy day

The Pictures You Didn't See of 2015

 

 

Our first cat, I.Q. (Fritz's photography)

(Fritz)

Alex's practice (Fritz)

 

a live bird in Ben's hand (Jane's photography)

a light saber in a dark room (Fritz)

 

(Fritz)

 

(Fritz)

 

(Fritz)

 

the gold shoes

 

Socks to suit

 

our second cat, Mabel (Fritz)

 

(Fritz)

iced branches

 

Chuffy in the fog (Fritz)

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(Fritz)

 

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(Fritz)

chalkboard cuties

Sweater Gal

Someone is 16

courtesy of Fritz's photography

Technical Glitch

I installed Windows 10 on my computer and have struggled to figure out how to do the most basic computer skills I once knew.  Sorry for the silence.  In the next days pictures will be forthcoming.