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Father-son conversation on success
Interesting conversation on the way home from church. Mich: Daddy have you succeeded in life? Dad: (Laughs) Tell me. What do you think? Mich: Well, you have a wife, that means you didn't break up with her. Dad: Go on Mich: You succeeded in school. Dad: Yes, you can say that. Mich: You have children who are normal for their age. (We cracked up at this point) Dad: So what do you think is missing from your description? Mich: Love? Dad: Well, not exactly. It is God. If you are living your life in a way that doesn't bring glory to God, if you are not in that place, it doesn't matter what you have, you wouldn't have succeeded in life. Silence.
Snow storm
Lonely play ground No body cared for bike share The holidays are coming...Always Coca-Cola Frozen mail box. Black, white and a lot of grey
Icicles and frozen fingers
I walked out to the most beautiful scene - icicles on branches. They looked spectacular, glistening in the natural light. I went "snap snap". You'd think it would be a simple click of a button and viola! - the perfect picture. But oh! the devil is in the details. One shot would not do, I clicked away. As I trudged through the soggy snow, I saw more interesting scenes. I was lured in. I took the glove off my right hand to press the shutter and would place it back in the glove after a few clicks. There in was my mistake. As I went along, my fingers begun to feel painfully numb. I would place them back in the glove and hope they would regain some heat but they only got more painful. Slowly the cold crept into my fingers eventually setting them ablaze. Like frozen ice tapped to my bones. By the time I got to the metro my fingers were pulsating. I could barely feel them. Nearly as red as strawberries, going a little purplish. Got me thinking about the photogr...
