Lately, I’ve been reflecting upon the butterfly and the dramatic change that occurs during its very short life span—the metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly—along with the migration of the Monarch Butterfly.
And comparing it to the change that will be occurring in my life—
We’re leaving California next month to build a home on some acreage in the Midwest, and I am VERY EXCITED about this change!!! I will be closer to my family. I will also be near a wildlife wetlands refuge–New material to photograph and share! Yay!
Back to the butterfly.
The beginning of this month, my husband and I visited the Monarch Butterfly Grove, at Pismo Beach, California, where thousands of butterflies west of the Rockies migrate each winter, clinging to the leaves of the fragrant eucalyptus trees for warmth, food and protection. These butterflies are four generations removed from the ones who migrated here the year before. Yet, they know exactly where to go, guided by an Unseen Hand.
May that same Unseen Hand guide all of the changes along all our paths…
The desert swallows me every time I travel through it. The enormity of it never ceases to amaze me.
This snapshot of the abandoned silver mine town of Calico, California, is located in the Mojave Desert near Barstow. Tucked into the Mojave’s barren hills, it is now a popular tourist attraction. I really like this picture because it speaks to me of just how immense the desert truly is. (That’s me in the far right corner. Notice how small I am compared to the landscape.) Incidentally, The Mojave Desert is only a fraction of the land mass known as the Great Basin.
Imagine driving through this vastness for hours. Then, imagine traveling by foot as many did in the 1800s.
I paired this picture with this particular Proverb because of the history that seems to follow the mining towns–A history of lawlessness. Of the three mines that I have visited, the saloons outnumbered the churches by a huge margin.
Regardless, the abandoned mines, as well as the desert of the American west, fascinate me. Perhaps, it is because I never saw either one until I was an adult.
To more adventures!
With the ocean on one side and mountains on the other, this boardwalk made for a perfect path in which to do some pondering! This picture was taken in the evening as the sun was setting upon the Pacific Ocean along the central California coast.
Moonstone Beach Drive in Cambria, California.
A walk along Moonstone Beach near the little seaside town of Cambria—tucked in among the mountains of the Central California Coast—provided my husband and I with plenty of photo opportunities. Here is a picture of some seals resting amid the waves, which repeatedly crashed against the rocks. The way these animals seem so oblivious to the constant water spray reminded me of the verses in Psalms that I have attached to this picture.
It’s always fun meeting new people on the trail. These two ladies were the only other ones we saw the morning my husband and I hiked the Cold Springs Nature Trail. We took turns passing each other while pausing every so often to gaze upon the beauty of nature.
My favorite picture of the week is from “Lee’s Birdwatching Adventures Plus” blog. What an AWESOME shot!
*** HASTILY CATCH IT *** “Now the men did diligently observe whether any thing would come from him, and did hastily catch it: and they said, Thy brother Benhadad. Then he said, Go ye, bring him. Then Benhadad came forth to him; and he caused him to come up into the chariot. (1 Kings 20:33 […]
via Lee’s Three Word Wednesday – 8/10/16 — Lee’s Birdwatching Adventures Plus