A man I met at a New Year's Eve party asked, "What sort of things do you write?"
"Oh, I'm working on a novel. And I blog and write daily devotionals."
He politely asked what my book is about, and I described it.
"So about blogs. Would you say they're like an ongoing Christmas letter?"
His question took me by surprise. Christmas letter?
I've never considered Joyful Altitude akin to the continuation of a letter sent to friends and family at Christmas. Certainly it's a type of journal; a recording of my life. But somehow I've hoped it would be more. That it would entertain the reader, as well as enlighten. Give inspiration and offer comfort. And that my words and photos would give glory to God. But maybe I think more highly than I ought to about my writing and photography. Maybe it's just "yada-yada-yada" or "blah-blah-blah".
But then, again, over Sunday lunch a friend mentioned to me that I'm not blogging enough. She's a faithful reader and would like to see more frequent posts. I appreciate the fact that anyone would willingly read what I write, so for someone to actually ask for more makes me fairly delirious with joy.
Speaking of delirious joy, that's what I felt last Wednesday morning while driving through Big Thompson Canyon with Dennis. This stunning sunrise took my breath away. . .
I never take for granted the beauty of my surroundings. Yesterday I thought about how dramatic the seasonal changes are in RMNP. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, so they say, here are photos I've taken of the Alluvial Fan in. . .
When Spring arrives, I'll take another photograph to complete the Four Season set. Then I think I'll make prints and frame them. Better yet, maybe I can get Dennis to paint them for me.
In the meantime, I'm going to keep on blahging.
“Praise be to the name of God for ever and ever;
wisdom and power are his.
He changes times and seasons;
he deposes kings and raises up others.
He gives wisdom to the wise
and knowledge to the discerning."