Speeding Through Mt. Laurel

Our photography small group from Church of the Highlands met at the planned community of Mt. Laurel outside Birmingham. A good time was had by all, but I was a little disappointed in my own photos for the evening (others had some great shots). This was my favorite from mine that evening.

Vine

Our challenge/inspiration this week comes from John 15:5, "I am the vine, you are the branches." 

Every spring, near Easter, the wisteria vines around here put on quite a show.

Arisen

The challenge word for our Catchlight small group at The Church of the Highlands this week is: Arisen.

Our Lord, our bright and morning star has arisen, and we celebrate it this month.

The Way

The inspiration for this week for the Catchlight Photography small group is "The Way." This is an old photo, but I thought it appropriate to the theme.

Light

Our Catchlight Small Group from church has decided to try a theme to interpret and share photos periodically as an inspirational tool. The first theme is one of the many words used to represent Jesus: "light," but a word which has several different meanings and interpretations. Here's mine.

Cold and Foggy Morning

The boat dock at Beeswax Creek Park looks cantilevered into space.

The sun was up, but hard to see for the dense fog

The water was silky smooth.

One old guy (no comments from the peanut gallery, please) did launch his old flat bottomed johnboat to work his catfish trotlines like he does every day. He went very slowly, and this is all I could see from the dock.

The johnboat created only a tiny wake.

After a few minutes, you can't tell where the water stops and the fog starts.

As I was headed home, the fog had thinned a little and you could see all the way across Beeswax Creek, but it was still thick only a little downstream.

This guy finally decided to go ahead and launch. He was headed upstream to do a little bass fishing, but wanted to wait till he could see the water ahead pretty well. He had heard the main channel was full of floating logs washed into the lake by the recent heavy rains.

Remnant of a Summer Past