A Time to Remember

God's Eyes

Photographer's Note

" In ages past, our old ones were the storytellers. This was the way things were passed along to the generations that followed. For this reason the aged people made it a point to remember every detail so they could relate it at a later time. They were the word and picture carriers making history and spiritual values alive and important. In recent times we have made our old ones think they are not so important. We spoof their stories and make them feel foolish. The truth is that we are ignorant of what is precious and how to 'a da li he li tse di -- appreciate age. Rigidity can creep in and set even the young mind if there are no soft memories, no laughter, no times too deep for tears. Age is grace -- a time too valuable to waste." -Native American Wisdom

...I was sitting on an old wooden porch, reading Carl Jung, father of psychology...some antiquated book which I have spent top dollar on. The porch was only 500 yards over a unused and under traveled sand dunes to the mighty Pacific Ocean. It was only 65 degrees that summer, but the sun was shining through the fog which was drifting in and out.....and I was ever so tired after having gone through a terrible winter of depression and severe illness which had kept me bedridden...so in-between chapters I prayed that my health would soon return........

....as I slowly changed the pages, a faint breeze blew in and with it cleared away the lower level of fog in order that I could now see my shadow as I lay with shorts and shirtless, hoping for some input from old Sol....and I looked up and saw a rainbow around the sun.........This stopped me dead in my spot, frozen at such a miracle. My mind raced, as I had never seen anything like it...and in the background some Samuel Barber, Adagio for Strings was playing softly. I cried.....and then I wept at the beauty which God had created for me that day......a sign in nature...just for me to see and for my well being.......indeed it was a miracle.

....in a small way that miracle was recreated for me on a Tuesday of June, right here in Cheney...I sat on the concrete cement and watched small children play and contemplated my aging....and saw this picture which I share with you today. For me it was another miracle....

Sundogs form as sunlight is refracted by hexagonal plate-like ice crystals with diameters larger than 30 micrometers and their flat faces horizontally oriented.

Reviews
Beautiful!!!
Where do I start on a critique? The notes moved me. I was blessed with a sundog Sunday afternoon. And I agree, the world around us is God's love note to us all. . . which makes each of us a verse in that love note, doesn't it?
A have a weak spot of stunning sky photos. This is surely hitting my weak spot. I love the curved clouds in the lower part of the photo. The sundog in the top part is really wonderful. Your composition is very interesting.
Hi Bob, you've caught an amazing shot.
Sundogs are pretty hard to shoot. We watch out for them alot here, the kids love to try to see and predict them, but thy're not easy to capture. -Scotland
Hello Bob! Wonderous ethereal composition! Such delicate pastels, and a wonderful accompanying note. Lovely! Thanks, Linda
DEAR, DEAR Bob,
I "see" THEM.
What a woderful image and specially the, I mean, "THE", composition.
You move my soul to such heights that I fear I'm going to get giddy.
NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS.!!!
If there is a living saint that saint is you; you "see" HIM every where.
You have been twice lucky to be presented the same breathtaking phenomenon of nature up there in the sky, Bob. And this time you have documented it well to share it with us. Thanks!
This is truly a remarkable sight with a faint rainbow circling around a dark cloud on top and a white, dome-shaped cloud below surrounded by a spiral of layered dark clouds.
The entire composition looks like a potent work of abstract art.
The way you talk about the past, I sense connotations of the Jungian perception of it, Bob.