High Mesa

My six week hiatus to work on my next novel began when Blake and I left our Washington winter behind and flew to California. At a nature preserve between Big Sur and Carmel, on a Central Coast beach, and at tables both on high mesa and in flatlands, we gathered with family to eat, talk, laugh.

To play.

The best sort of heart-filling inspiration for this writer.

Thought you’d enjoy meeting a few of the locals down there.

Wild turkeys.

Including a couple of Toms . . .

Dressed to impress.

Reminded me of a verse about another bird:

“The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love?”

—Job 39:13 ASV

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And these wild hogs. Dozens more where they came from.

We even drove hogbacks to find ’em.

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Saw this guy, too. “Catbob,” a favorite preschooler used to call his sort.

Quiet hunter.

“But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.”

—Romans 8:25

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Sunset over Big Sur.

“They who dwell in the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your signs;
You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.”

—Psalm 65:8

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Hiking at Point Lobos State Natural Reserve.

Tidepools, inlets . . .

Where happy urchins (us included ) thrive.

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Too soon, home again.

Seattle lights: caught on our wings.

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Thanks for stopping by, friends. Good to be back with you.

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Watching Nature, Seeing Life: Through His Creation, God Speaks

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