Ted grabbed his camera and rushed out of the Grand Canyon restaurant where we were eating lunch.
I strained my eyes, caught a glimpse of huge black wings through the windows, and grabbed my own camera, leaving my puzzled mom alone at the table.
Once outside, Ted and I snapped photos of the...
“I am His Child
Made with His Love
And it is enough to
Bring me to my knees
He’s reaching down
And I’m reaching up
And somehow I feel
the Maker’s Touch”
– Jenny Phillips, “The Maker’s Touch”
The trail sloping up toward a huge sandstone arch was rocky and dry. Ted, Kenidee, and I were hiking in an...
Juan Diego was climbing Tepeyac Hill near Mexico City when suddenly the air filled with exquisite music, and the hill, normally barren during December, bloomed like a flower garden.
“Where am I?,” he asked. “Could this be the place that our ancestors spoke of—the Flower World Paradise in the land...
“Was it worth it?” Ted asked as we looked up at the Supernova Pictograph in Chaco Canyon.
Even with my hood up and a scarf wrapped around my neck, my face felt tingly from the cold. “Absolutely,” I said through stiff lips, and it was. The large red star, crescent moon, and hand possibly depicted an...
“I almost forgot my fatherly duties,” our son David said as he brought a huge, black garbage bag into the living room. An hour later, the bag bulged with bows and wrapping paper, but the piece de resistance came when Amy, our daughter-in-law, disappeared into their bedroom and came down the hall...
Love came down at Christmas, / Love all lovely, love divine;/ Love was born at Christmas, / Stars and angels gave the sign. Christina Georgina Rosetti
“We didn’t find what we were looking for,” my hubby said as we headed back toward I-70, “but we did find what we weren’t looking for.”
We had...
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. – Kahlil Gibran
The road was snowy, and the temperature 21 degrees. We were on the north side of Elk Ridge, trying to get into Beef Basin by way of Indian Creek.
We had seen scores of cliff climbers and young, hearty...
William Henry Jackson photographed Montezuma Canyon’s Coal Bed Village in 1875. Earlier in his career, he had also photographed Yellowstone’s landscape as a member of Ferdinand V. Hayden’s geologic expedition. With five or more assistants and pack mules to help haul his equipment, Jackson...
If you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man’s hunger.
– Kahlil Gibran
I always wanted to look like my mom’s mom, at least a little, but I resemble my great-grandmother Myrtle Mirah Mell, by a whopping 81 percent, or so FamilySearch says when I do the “...
You’ve got a dream. Live that dream. Don’t hesitate. If I can do it . . . I think you can do whatever you put your mind to. Gary Greff
As we drove on I-95, near Gladstone, ND, Ted and I were startled to see a huge metal sculpture of Canadian geese flying over the prairie.
Ted pulled into the...