More ice

I will confess: These are not from one of the worst ice-storms that clobbered Northern Arkansas this week. We in Central Arkansas missed the kick in the gut, but our Northern neighbors are reeling (and still shaking) from the blast. I post these (from a couple of weeks ago here) to join with them in spirit.


Featured: Japanese Magnolia buds a month or so before they start their pink ballooning.
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The Mighty Works Project exist to express a neighborly spirit.

Nice Color

Coming into work in Little Rock, AR the other day, I couldn't wait to get out of the Van. (I van-pool, and no longer have the luxury of stopping whenever or wherever I want.) But the color held out for a nice catch before heading inside.

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The Mighty Works project exists to lament that your computer screen is not capable of rightly displaying these colors, or beaming them into your eyes with the joy I felt in receiving them.

First Moon

From the journals of the Kirk (1989)

I had an odd thought tonight. There, in the dark, in the part that hangs between the moon and me, runs a great river of light. Not just a stream, but a great racing ocean. In fact, I am looking through that very flood to see the lit plane of the moon. And this is strange. Looking though light to see light? Does the light clash?
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We know that the moon is not a light unto itself. It bounces a cold bone flame, borrowed from the sun and modified on a surface of chalk. But what if the moon weren’t there. That ‘place’ -- apart from stars -- would be dark. And what if we swung the moon closer, into the present dark between us. It might refract even harder.

So it hit me. Light is flowing though that space between the moon and I. And not only there, but all about the moon. Up, down, forward, back. Indeed, If we were to litter the night with moons, every one bending light from the dark, our night might shine like the noonday. But how can this be -- the thing that we call night and see as dark is not a “true” dark at all. The thing is a bastion of unseen light!
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For more thoughts on the moon see my poetry blog.

I see

There's a bunch more to come, but I wanted to get these up before they melted.
All pic, January 5 or 6, following drippy ice storm in Little Rock, AR

Pics, 12,4,5 - Japanese Magnolia blooms
Pic 3- maple buds under ice

Sog Fog on the Walking Trail

All Pics, Jan 2, Conway AR, along the walking path. The fog wasn't that thick, but it was wet, and it kind of rained on my head.

Contrary to appearance, the last image is not a double exposure; I simply zoomed (and parked) the lens from a telephoto to wide position, during a thirty second exposure.

Bleak House

Contrary to the name, the house inside was not Bleak. But I find, a walk in the silent cold to aid the digestion of Christmas feasting.

All pics Christmas Day, outside of Stacey's house, Charlotte North Carolina.



the Mighty House Project exists to thank God for color catching warmth of interior decorating. (and for God taking on Flesh in the person of Jesus Christ.)