St. Mark’s Episcopal Church, built in 1836
Artprize, the international art contest in our area, is in full swing. Although I enjoyed seeing the art entries, I enjoyed walking around in the hundred-year-old churches that are hosting some of the art entries just as much. Here are a few of my favorite sights:
Organ pipes in St. Mark’s Episcopal Church
St. Francis Of Assisi sculpture, part of the Artprize entry “NOW”, outside St. Mark’s.
Fountain St. Church, built in 1924
A mosaic in Fountain St Church: “Madonna Of The Chair”
Wooden tiles on the ceiling of Fountain St. Church
Cornerstone Church (Heritage Hills)
Cornerstone Church’s sanctuary
A stairway in Cornerstone Church with a joy box beside it
Inscription on the outside of Cornerstone Church
St. Mary’s Chapel inside St. Mark’s Episcopal Church
Stained-glass window in St. Mary Chapel
One last look at St. Mary’s Chapel inside St. Mark’s Episcopal Church
You never know where you’re going to bump into art! These pictures were displayed at my local public library. The drawings showed great talent as well as deep emotion.
The picture below, entitled “A Father’s Love”, was my favorite.
Thank you, Crossroads Prison Ministries, for caring about the men and women behind bars, giving them hope in Jesus, and sharing their artwork with us!
Some sights I have seen in the last few days while outside walking…
The leaves are just starting to pop out on the trees in our area, due to the delayed end of winter.
Some weird umbrella-like plants. They were everywhere in the woods.
Fungus growing out of a tree trunk.
Trees chopped down to put a turnabout road in.
A lot of trees have naturally fallen too, over the winter.
Lots of rain, making things gray and soggy.
Tulips by a stone bench.
A beautiful flowering tree.
A brief rainbow over a church parking lot.
This was the view from the inside of the car window this morning. Exquisite patterns of frost clusters were glued to every inch of the car! I turned on the heat and the window defrosters, but was almost sad to do so. It felt rather like erasing someone’s art work. Indeed, it IS someone’s artwork – God’s.
We had a pillar sunrise this morning, with the glorious ball of light pointing heavenward at its creator. (Unfortunately, it was not well captured by my camera.) It lasted only a few minutes, then abruptly changed a horizontal streak of yellow light.
I stood by the kitchen sliding door and looked out in amazement. It didn’t last long. Far too quickly, it went back to just white, white, white everywhere.
Tomorrow the snow is supposed to melt, which we are eager to see happen. It makes for lovely pictures, but miserable driving and an awful lot of shoveling. We’re hoping that this is the last big snowfall of winter.
It’s still winter, but we have sunshine and the snow has been melting!
Looking out the window, I can see the snow on the swing melting.
The wavy snow in the yard has some sort of animal tracks going through it.
In fact, it looks like a couple critters have been through.
Time for a walk. The rock by the front door is covered with an icy glaze that is melting in the sunshine.
The duck pond is still empty and silent.
The reeds along the edge of the pond are dead and brown.
The pine trees stand tall and proud in the blaze of the brilliant sun.
A lone pine cone, waiting for winter to end.
As long as the sun shines, I know that winter will end and spring will come again.
It started on Christmas Day. The snow coated the swings where I worked on quilt flowers last summer.
I sat inside with my cup of coffee, and admired God’s handiwork.
Almost every day, a little more snow fell…
There was enough for a snow tunnel!
Deep piles of snow!
The sun was shining with all its might, but the temperature was minus 1. Windshield wipers were tipped up so that they wouldn’t freeze to the windshield.
The yard was a lumpy white field with hills in it.
The snow outside the kitchen sliding door was over a foot high.
The mailbox huddled miserably in a mound of the white stuff.
After clearing the snow at the end of the driveway, the snow mound was taller than the cars parked in the street.
We’ll keep the shovel handy until we get that January thaw.
It finally happened – our first snowfall!
Time to take a walk in the snow with my faithful Ugg boots.
We call this the hybrid tree – two trees inseparable and growing into one.
During the summer months it looks like a giant pineapple.
The lamp of Narnia that never turns off. Notice all the cute orange-tipped sticks that the city put in the ground a month ago.
Oh no, where did we put the snow brush?
The orange sticks are meant to show the snowplows where the edge of the road is so that they don’t dig up up the grass along the sidewalk. Sadly, many of them are already knocked down or bent.
Time to put the feet up and watch the snow from inside with a glass of eggnog…