Light

As a photographer, I am obviously wrapped up in the nature of light. I spent four days this past week hiking, camping, and taking pictures in Hells Canyon, both below the rim and on top. As I enjoyed the delicate gentleness of early morning light and the subtle strength of evening light, I contrasted those times of day to the hot, harsh light in between.  In much the same way, I considered how our lives develop.  We enter the world in the cool morning of our early years, move into the harsher realities of day to day living as adults, and then, with the strength we have gained, transition into senior years which hopefully are wiser in recognizing the nuances of people and their situations.

I have chosen the writings for two pictures from this trip in the context of a very dear saint, wife, mother and teacher who recently passed away.  Her life was a call to all of us in La Grande to live gently and confidently in the Lord and His compassion and comfort for all His children.

Wallowa Mountains

Bench below Hat Point, Hells Canyon