I opened my eyes and I could not see. I opened my eyes and I saw for the first time.
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A blog containing sermons, essays, and musings with images, including paintings and drawings by the blog's author. Photos and other images are here as well. There's no central theme, no predetermined arc, no singular content.
What manner of thinking resides here?
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- The Danube at night
- Train a'commin'
- Madona and Smoke
- Paint
- Today's beautiful smile
- My Shirlie Guthrie painting
- fountain filled with hemoglobin
- Two Views of CTS home
- adoration
- At the habittat site in Budapest in Jan 2005
- Cleo from 5 to 7
- more kitten pals
- Three blurry photos
- blurry photo of love
- millennium ramble
- From our honeymoon
- At the hour I heard hearing
- res ipsa loquitur
- A Rooster, symbol of protestantism
- Remember your baptism?
- Perhaps I'm over reacting about Lucretia
- Lucretia
- I interrupt my apocalyptic ramblings
- And I saw a plain
- And then I beheld
- Write this
- And Then I saw
- A further vision
- chapter the second
- Apocalypso chapter eins
- How beautiful you are
- The primrose path
- eschatologically banqueting
- Musings on Narrative
- Last Spring at Six Flags
- Last Judgment
- kitten pals
- Honeymoon shot
- Last August we went to a ball game
- Our IKEA artifact
- Sermon discussion
- Yin and Yang kittens
- Jami with mit
- My Easter sermon
- A Sermon from way back in Lent
- Peonies from heaven
- A Ridiculous Painting
- Braves vs Marlins in early April
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What are my friends writing? What is my wife writing?
Who is this man?
- nostromo
- I'm a simple man with simple tastes with simple desires. Plain spoken and often too direct, people frequently mistake my inchoate inertia for studied nuance. Or I could be wrong. Or deliberately misleading. Or deliberately misdirecting. Or I may not know.
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