is here.
The end of the first day of the year, that is.
A day when many will implement their newly made resolutions only to give up on them in a few days.
What is it about midnight on the eve of the dawning of a new year that makes people promise things they don’t intend to do?
I’m as guilty as the rest of humanity.
But not this time.
Not this year.
I am making no resolutions of any kind.
I am going to take each day, each moment; each good, bad, unbelievable, mediocre, mind-blowing, life-altering, emotion shattering, ego-bursting, uplifting, encouraging, incredibly beautiful, intensely disheartening, inspirational, creative moment as it comes.
When it comes.
Living life.
In real time.
Jesus has my back and for me, that is enough.
I didn’t start this day on resolutions, instead, I started it outside, under a cold, blue sky. The cold was painful, but the beauty of creation in the winter made me forget, for the most part anyway, that I was cold.
It was a good day to be alive.
Icicles hanging from the Gorge walls … Guest River Gorge trail
Little Stoney, full from recent rains
Light at the end of the tunnel … Guest River Gorge trail
The forks of Guest River … whitewater rafting in its prime
The Bridge over Guest River
A Photographer's Heart 