Category: Life
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A Fresh Update for a Post Pandemic Time
We certainly aren’t post pandemic yet, but surely someday we will be, I hope. My blog hasn’t necessarily been hiding under a chair like my cat, but it hasn’t been far off from that reality either. Last year, among other things, we worked hard on building a backyard pond, (Deborah’s blog has kept up with…
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Beauregard Tornado Three Months Later
It’s been about three months now since the tornados hit our area in Lee County. Over the weekend I stopped and take a few images of the places I drive by every day. I could have taken thousands of images, so these are just a few on Lee Road 100 and 38. The cleanup has…
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Time Expired
beams of radiance heat shimmer rising softly a watch in the night On thoughts of baseball… there’s always tomorrow, except when there’s not. Then there’s hope for what’s to come. Rom 15.13.
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Sunrise
thick wet blanket covers darkness turned to blood rising poured out and empty the reference to the last verse comes from Isaiah 53, the firs two verses come from the image I took this morning of the sunrise.
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All i Want For My Birthday is an Iron Bowl Win
All i want for my birthday is an #IronBowl win. A reminder of a day that we can re-live again. All i want for my birthday is an #IronBowl win. A play, oh what an hour that once Gary gave spin. All i want for my birthday is an #IronBowl win. A “there goes Davis…”…
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A Non-Chemistry Auburn Basketball Season
It’s been a lonely season of empty seats and shattered basketball hopes at this point. Deb and I love going to the basketball games, but it would be nice if just one season we could actually improve. This year is no different, they seem to have no chemistry, no cohesion, and few wins, though I…
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Trek Madone 2.1 On the Road Again :: Friday Feet
It’s been a while since my last Friday Feet post. I kept trying to get a shot on a Friday with a different pair of shoes and decided this was it. For the first time in 2013 I got back on my bike again, although it was still pretty cold, I did ride for about…
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Newtown
Our wounds come at first breath In the blood of a garden at rest Toil cursed upon our commute Commissioned to die in our youth Hope like a blanket will be At the coming He will set us free. There are virtually no words to describe the news today. Is this our culture, our time,…
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The Day Evil Became Visible
What does this day mean to you at this point eleven years later? Each year I look back at what Deborah and I were doing on this day in wonder and amazement, remembering details I would never remember on any ordinary day. Every year I look for photos I took on that day of us…
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John Newton’s Poem The Kite
I came across this poem by John Newton in a book I was reading the other day and had to share it. John Newton is the pastor, write, and poet who’s more famous lyrical writing came when he wrote the hymn Amazing Grace. In the theme of sophistication through simplicity, this poem is amazing. Only…
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Ode To My Wife the Quilter :: Poem
You may or may not know, but my wife Deborah, has been quilting for over 25 years now. She use to teach people how to quilt all around the country, she invented and designed several new quilting products, and has completed countless projects, many of which she gave away. She doesn’t quilt much for herself…
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One Boy’s Plea for Eternity Etched in Concrete
This second photo above with the writing on the wall might not seem like much at first, especially without bringing out the contrast in the image, the writing on the wall is almost unseen. The boy in the first image at the top is sitting right in front of the window where I took this…
Scott Fillmer 