Catching Up

Today I have an appointment with the eye doctor at 3:30 p.m. I'm hoping that this will be my last appointment for a long time. I would appreciate some prayers.

Night before last on my way to evening Mass, there was a big, beautiful yellow moon rising on the horizon. Yesterday on my way to work after morning Mass, it was there again, pale and white, and low in the western sky. I hardly ever get to go to Mass during the week, but because I spent the night with a friend in town, I got to go twice. It was a great gift and the fact that it was bracketed by the rising and setting of the moon made it especially nice. I read a story once that said that Catholic sisters traveling to the west in the early days of our country called the moon Our Lady's Lantern.

I took this picture this morning as I was leaving for work. The light is coming from my headlights. It has been much edited since originally you could only see the moon. I took another picture without the headlights and no amount of editing on my part could reveal anything but the moon. I clicked autobalance on my photo editor and this appeared. It looks like a book cover to me. Maybe I should write a book about the moon.

This is a picture that I took Wednesday morning. You can't at all see the beautiful vision which caused me to stop, which was some wonderful mist in the indentation between the trees, but I like the picture anyway.

I've been wanting for a long time to get a picture of these corn shocks, but never had time to stop. They were very beautiful before they were frozen, bright and yellow against the reddish-brown dirt and the remaining green--four big fields of them. This isn't the original crop, which grew quickly and was tall and green before it dried up in the drought. That crop was cut down and the stubble was plowed under, but this little crop grew up from the seed. It was sparse, and never got to be more than a couple of feet tall, but it was bright green and happy-looking. The fields were beautiful at every stage--even when the corn was brown and dry. I wish I had pictures of the whole little story--life rising from death and beautiful in death.

It's been quiet around here for the last couple of days and it's not because I haven't been writing anything, but because I hated what I wrote and decided to spare you. 

AMDG