I love a good photograph. Now I am by no means an expert but I love to try to take a photo that means something or show beauty. I am going to take some time in the next few days to share some with you.
This first one is from Surrey near a little town called West Byfleet. About the only thing there is a train stop. I only know of it because living there is a kindly family who housed myself and my travel companion when we were there in the Summer of 2006. They were a large Christian family whose hospitality made me so much at home.
This one always reminds me of the Resurrection. The empty cross in the sunrise...just as my Savior was no longer nailed to that cross or even in a tomb, so this grave is empty of the soul that once was a part of what is now buried there.
I love fog. There is something so connected to the past in it. Almost as if you have been transported to some time long ago and now you have a choice to make; do you live there, buried in the stories of once upon a time and the land of legends or do you brake through the mists of days past and once again see the light of reality.
I think that is why I love England so much. It is surrounded by the fog of the past I love so much. It is a beautiful place for the imagination.