meet tim

he is funny

(looking)

lost and found

what once was lost

has now been found

the fob is back!

dancing snowflakes

I write so that I can remember nights like tonight...

As I walked outside tonight, I marveled at the snow, danced a little happy dance, then cleaned off the inches of powder that had piled on my windshield, and began my drive home.

I tend to get nervous when I’m driving in the snow. I have been in several accidents, and there’s not a worse feeling than losing all control when YOU are behind the wheel… the car spinning or fishtailing. It’s absolutely vulnerable and terrifying. Anyhow, despite the conditions of the road (covered in snow) I was not nervous at all. I drove slowly through Waterville. I saw a total of 5 cars on all of KMD. I had some jazzy music playing quietly in the background, but when I realized what was happening around me, I immediately shut it off. It was almost as if God had intentionally slowed me down (literally…15mph the whole drive) so that I could see the work of his fingers. The wind was blowing and it seemed to come in billows, sort of in ebbs and flows. There would be a clear road in front of me then out of no where a gust of wind from my right would sweep a rush of fluffy white snow all around me. Sometimes it was still, other times it was so full and alive that I couldn’t see the road in front of me. It felt like the snow was the Holy Spirit, and God was twirling it all around me with his fingers in different shapes and forms. It was as if a symphony was playing music and the snow was dancing perfectly with it. The calms, then the rushes of wind were the rising and falling of the tempo. It was a living allegory. Then an occasional leaf would meander its way down from the sky above. It would waddle through the air and fall upon the freshly blanketed ground. I didn’t slip on the road. My drive was completely safe. God was good. Then to top off my fantastically beautiful drive home, I turned down into my neighborhood and there were no driving tracks at all. The road was absolutely smooth and shimmering with that cold white stuff. It was flawless. I had the first tracks in the first real snow of the season. Good job Jesus

it's snowing!

my snow creature is so angelic

shadows and shapes

Thought of the day:

If I could be anything- I'd want to be God's shadow.

I could be called "Shadow of God".

circles

Every day my pen touches the page
Hoping that something beautiful, lovely, magical, profound
Will come out.
Consistency is my rule, yet for what?
What do all these words mean?
Why am I so insistent upon this exercise of pulling things out of my head and out of my heart…
Of taking the indiscernible and making something sensical out of it?
It’s like a puzzle-
But most times some pieces are missing-
So I piece it together, choosing according to my audience.
Surely there are things that I wouldn’t share with others-
And on the other hand, there are things that I intend for others.
Nonetheless,
It doesn’t matter.
Circles.
It’s all about circles.
My mind goes in them and so does my pen.
Circles.
Mysteries and incompletes are part of the process…
But then in that moment of turmoil, frustration and secret elation,
It is finished.
Circles.
In the end there is something to be said for the finished,
Complete, uninterruptible circle-
With my very name, essence and spirit in the center of it.
Perfectly imperfect circle.

before the snow came

i'm not sure what kind of a tree this is

but i really like it!

is this not outrageous!?

i went out to the shed to grab something and realized that my family is outrageous.
somehow we have built up a collection of sixteen, yes SIXTEEN, boats...

2 tandem kayaks
2 ocean kayaks
1 sit-on-top kayak
2 lake kayaks
4 whitewater kayaks
1 windsurfer
1 canoe
1 hobie sail boat
2 jet skiis

new tandem

hobie sailboat & 2 lake kayaks
2 jet skiis covered for winter

4 whitewater kayaks, 1 canoe, 1 windsurfer, 2 ocean kayaks, 1 sit on top kayak & 1 tandem kayak

why? your guess is as good as mine...

little me

thought of the day:

I've come to terms with the fact that I'm not the best at anything- especially not writing or photography. All that I can really be, and be it well, is myself. So for my sake and for your sake, I will be as much me as I can be- because I don't want to waste my time trying to be something that I'm not supposed to be.

my first day of school

photos of photos

i have an office job.

i like photography.

these are some of my favorite magazine photo clip-outs

that fill the walls of my office space.

(the woman makes me so happy!)

questions about john

By the time I got home from work today it was already dark, therefore- no picture today. However, last night, when I was nestled in a private nook in the library studying for a term paper, a name in the text stood out to me- John the Revelator. As soon as my eyes scanned over his name my mind was bombarded with a barrage of questions and thoughts—

No one ever writes about John the Revelator. So much is written about the Revelation of Jesus Christ that he received, but not so much about him. I wonder what it was like, exiled on the small island of Patmos.

How many days did he lay there, in that dark, damp cave? Where did his scribe come from and what was he like? Was he, too, exiled to Patmos? Where did they get parchment (or whatever it was) to write on? Was the writing platform divinely and naturally there at the time of the Revelation- or was it worn in by tourists? Did his body shake and quake at the power of God surging through him as he watched the future unfold before him in a vision far larger than life? Did he see it all at once and recite it later by memory? Was the Revelation so real that he could not only see what he saw but also touch, smell, taste, and feel it? In what manner was the written Revelation found? Did he post it on the next pony express? And what happened after?
We never hear the rest of John’s story.
When did Patmos become overwhelmed with religious relics, monasteries and churches? At what point did people recognize this as a “holy place”? Was John praised and received for his encounter? Did he see colors that earth has never known (just like the creatures he saw that eye has not seen)?

It’s not really important to know these things, either way. I’m just curious.

Anyway, here are a few pictures of Patmos- taken in May 2009.

Looking out at the ocean from the western side of the island

One of the 300 churches on this 14 kilometer long island

A farm on the eastern side of the island
looking down into the bay

wild goats- we may have eaten their brother for a meal...
And finally- waiting for a ferry at the end of our stay