The chill in the air, as a breeze rustles through.
The smell of the moist ground.
Autumn: It’s almost here. 
The flood of memories,
The excitement that comes with the changing of the season.
The relief from the heat of summer.
Fresh beginnings.
A time of gathering up; harvest, 
Of death and resurrection
A leaf on a tree falling to earth
The beauty even in death; with hope of resurrection


Weary from traveling all day and into the night,
     he unloaded his rucksack and laid out his bedroll on the grass.
As he lay there surrounded only by nature, unafraid
     of being alone, he gazed up to the heavens.
The moon looked like a shiny new dime; bright and glimmering in the night sky,
     illuminating the world with a soft and silvery glow.
Stars were scattered through the sky as if they were grains of salt
     spilled across a dusty, dark blue tablecloth.
Bunches of clouds sailed across the night sky
     like triple-masted ships departing a harbor,
     eager to be on their way; their white sails full with a stiff wind.
“In the beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth.”
With this in mind, he closed his eyes and drifted peacefully to sleep.

Here is a little film I made this morning while it was 15 degrees F and snowing outside.
‘Cardinals & Snow’

Sitting here in darkness staring into orange and black, with bits of blue flame flickering now and again; the remains of a log in the fireplace. Plenty of heat still radiating from it, warming my body and soul.

It’s hard to focus – my mind is cluttered with fragments. So many thoughts swirling around. A few notes from a song I heard on the radio, sorrow for friends who lost a daughter and sister, a word or two of a conversation, images of things I saw today, remembrance of the nightmares from last night. It’s difficult to clear my head and unwind a little.

I wish there were someone sitting next to me. I want to hear their story and let them hear mine. Share hopes and fears, or even just to sit here and stare into the glowing embers with me.

I should really get some sleep. Creativity always seems to come at the wrong moments, and is so fleeting.

One thing that’s clear in all this jumble: I need to spend some time in prayer.

Well, I know it’s been a while since I last made an entry on this blog. So I just wanted to make a quick post on here, to let people know that I’m still here. I haven’t died or disappeared from the state/country/continent/Earth/universe. 🙂

I am working on a new blog post, it should prove to be interesting. I just got back from a Scout trip this past weekend visiting several places. More on that to come soon…

I am also working on a schedule to post more regularly; even if it’s just a quick note about what I’ve been doing recently.

Here is a trailer for a music video (short film) I was working on a little over a year ago, but then I didn’t have time to finish. I hope to finish it soon though.

I’m also saving up for a new video camera, because I would like to pursue film-making more actively.

So, I’ve been thinking about American Independence Day, also known as the 4th of July.

To start with, every year on July 4th, my Dad, Tim (brother) and I run sound for two reviewing stands for the Arlington, TX – 4th of July Parade. I’ve been doing a reviewing stand or helped with one for close to 10 years now.
Anyway, I got to realizing how many people don’t mention it being Independence Day. They just say 4th of July or, what’s worse: “Happy 4th!”.   What the heck is that supposed to mean?
I wonder if people from other countries, are thinking: “What on Earth is so significant to Americans about the 4th of July.” I mean we make a huge deal out of it, people go out to the lake and fish/boat/water-ski, shoot off tons of fireworks, flag wave, get feeling all patriotic for a few hours, have cookouts, party like crazy, etc…

Now, that is not to say that any of that is bad. Not at all! But my point is, how many people actually realize what and why they are celebrating? That got the wheels in my head turning, is this holiday getting like Cinco De Mayo is in the US? Which I honestly didn’t even know why it was celebrated. I did a little research and found out that it commemorates the The Battle of Puebla, where the Mexican army were victorious of the French forces in 1862. But it’s not even their Independence day, and in Mexico is only celebrated in the State of Puebla where it is called El Día de la Batalla de Puebla (or The Day of the Battle of Puebla —  in English).

In my opinion, American Independence Day has become way too watered down. The American People need to realize that July 4th, 1776 was a major point in our history. Men were willing to risk their lives, and if caught would be hanged for treason for just signing a document declaring independence from British rule. We should be celebrating God’s grace and blessing in giving us freedom from tyranny. Celebrating freedom from tyranny of British Rule. Unfortunately, we are in just as much danger of tyranny in our own country today. But, be thankful that we still live in a country with relative freedom and safety.
God is merciful to free us from the tyranny of sin through Jesus Christ. The tyranny of sin, which is far worse than George III was to the colonies.

Give thanks and pray for God to grant us repentance, reformation and restoration of Godly heritage.

Happy Independence Day, y’all!  🙂

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).

THE DAY came slow, till five o’clock,
Then sprang before the hills
Like hindered rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills.

The purple could not keep the east,
The sunrise shook from fold,
Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,
The lady just unrolled.

The happy winds their timbrels took;
The birds, in docile rows,
Arranged themselves around their prince
(The wind is prince of those).

The orchard sparkled like a Jew,—
How mighty ’t was, to stay
A guest in this stupendous place,
The parlor of the day!

My days seem like this sometimes, but weeks too. Usually a week is just dragging by until Wednesday, when *whoosh*. The next thing you know, it’s Sunday!