Such a beautiful flower. The petals ripple like a floating dress.
I got a new camera lens. 10-24m. Looking forward to getting some new pictures in the hopper
Every year at Bartle, the Scoutmasters are expected to participate in the belly flop contest. The kids love it!! The Scoutmaster graciously submits to torture. All in the name of fun!!
Great Job Rob!! You make the troop proud!!
As I sit here writing, just saying “happy father’s day” doesn’t seems like it is enough. The words are easy, but the older we get, the more blessed we are to truly have a terrific relationship.
Blessed with so many great adventures, from back packing and camping, to learning how to body surf. Always willing to go local and try something new and different. Listening to Jeremy’s stories about Papa on their trip brings a flood of memories.
Great ones like staying overnight in a castle in Spain. Scary when he was in the car accident in Jeddah. REALLY Scary when Dad had an asthma attack and collapsed in Bakersfield the day the station wagon broke down. Hilarious when the “Dernetz clan” welcomed Rob into the clan. Tense ones when Dad grilled Rob about his “intentions”. Frustrating ones when we truly didn’t understand where each other was coming from. Sorrow through the many painful moments our lives. Joy in seeing you find love again. Grief in the loss of two terrific brothers. Pride in watching me get married. Protective and always looking after for me even when I didn’t recognize it or was too stubborn to want it. Shear happiness seeing his grandsons for the first time.
Now watching you create new great memories with my husband & sons is a new blessing. Large family adventures to San Diego, Fishing trout ponds to bait boats, Trips to Kansas, the museums (so many museums), going to Yellow Stone & the Tetons. Family Reunions and weddings in Baltimore. Taking Sean to Philadelphia & Baltimore and now your trip with Jeremy’s trip to Spain.
Thank You!! Thank you for all you have done and continue to do for me, for Rob, and the boys. Blessed are all those wonderful memories. I can’t wait to make more together.
I love you Dad!
Happy Father’s Day
I’ve been thinking a lot about grace these last few weeks.
Today, I think, I don’t know what to think. It is the question. It is the answer. It is our perception? Looking at old world Spain, through Jeremy’s pictures, you see how our ancestors looked at Grace.
It was something to strive for. Through the gates of Heaven, we hope to gain grace. No matter our background, we can only hope we gain the gift. Get entrance.
How do we live our life? How do we gain grace?
How we perceiver, each and every day. . . (i think) that is our Grace.
Life changes. (yes – I hate changes-duh this is not new).
You keep looking at the same thing ~ trying to get clarity. You look at it from this way and that and it still doesn’t make any sense. It swirls and changes no matter which way you look at it.
So what is that grounds us?
Your perspective of life, your situation, experience, society, ethos, your experiences determine your sense of things. Your perspective determines your grounding. What is right – what is wrong . . . where you are. . . when you are . . . what happened. . . why it happened. . . Is it right??
Still the same world. Just your perspective.
Still??? What do you distill from all of that?
my opinion???? . . . right and wrong is what is left in that crucible. Period.
I don’t mean to be simplistic, but working with the Scouts, I keep coming back to the Scout Law. A “Scout is . . .
These laws are clear. They fall in to cover most issues in every religion. They are “right and wrong”. Yes. Black and White. bit still . . .
Right and wrong is still the perspective. Maybe Not at he individual, but society, yes.
At the end of the day, there are still right and wrong. The Scout law is my law. I truly believe that is everyone’s crucible still falls in the same spot.
??? i don’t know. still asking. But the law? where does that fit in your PERSPECTIVE.
i was lucky enough to capture some good film in february at the omaha zoo. these beautiful sea jellies were in a small dome container blissfully pulsing on the sandy floor.
hope you enjoy
Cemeteries are interesting places. The final resting place for so many. The new ones are park like settings with just flowers sticking up at the grave markers. Narrow. Tree lined. Ordered. Everyone in their place.
Personally I like older cemeteries. The ones with monuments. From statuary to mausoleums. The older the better.
The mustang scouts were camping on the back property of Mt Moriah this weekend. I got to ride my bike around the cemetery. fun!
only one good statue.