Saturday, November 17, 2012

First Snow on the Autumn Leaves

First in a Series of Barns and Places along the Wayside

There are old barns, gas stations, beat up trucks, and tractors dotted along the road sides of the paths we take in life. They testify of  the hopes and plans others have had many years ago. As we pass by these places each day  we begin to feel comfortable with them, we know them like the back of our hand yet we never stop and really look at them. Seasons change, time passes as the new moves in and the old goes the way of things of age, these things begin to slowly get rusty or gray, shrivel up, lean, groan and then one day we pass by and notice too late, that it's gone. We miss it and we never really knew we were going to.

 I wanted to stop and paint a few of them. Not for you, or my kids, but for myself. To say hello to them for the first time maybe, and or even possibly good-bye, because even if they are not going away anytime soon, I for one am just passing though.

For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away. James 4:14

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