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Moonshine, Orion Rising on Vilano Beach With Notes

With No Shuttle, No Rocket Trail, and No HDR home here..........The Moon, Orion, Sirius rising...Canopus (which is as bright as Sirius) just out of picture to the right..there were a lot of very bright stars out last night...on a clear cold (for Florida) evening. I had this same shot 2 nights ago with the shuttle launch.it went right up through the moon from the lower right. Took wonderful pictures...went home to unload...and saw that I had left the Memory out of the Camera. Soooooooooo...just imagine there is a rocket trail with golden blue light going from the bottom right, through the moon to the top left corner..blazing away...isn't it beautiful.......this shot is a reminder of that historical blunder. Filled in moon (it 85% full and highlighted EXISTING STARS.)

 

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Words (James Watkins)

 

There are words above all others-

that fix themselves like stars-

bright beacons in the darkness-

heights hidden in the heart.

 

They alone take awesome stand--

against the tides of life-

in armed array of power-

an army clothed in might.

 

Like seeds that fall on watered ground-

form fertile flowing fields-

grown gentle- guides in patience pruned

with perfect plural yields.

 

Established on foundations strong-

bold buildings built to last-

against the rule of raging time-

eternally recast.

 

Triumphant- time-transcendent-

translucent, touched and twirled-

the truth unbound and glorious-

runs rampant through the world.

 

To conquer mountain standing tall

across the pilgrimed path.

And bring to birth the vision small-

the unseen to our grasp.

 

And leaving doubt behind us-

chaff driven by the wind-

each enemy of hope and faith-

unchallenged to an end.

 

Now standing hard behind us-

there thronged by secret thralls-

authority and mercy meet-

beyond the cloistered walls.

 

To loose the power petrified,

by fear’s unyielding grip.

Torn from years of solitude-

this single silent trip.

 

Bought before on battleground-

beyond the mortal veil-

pursued by death- prevailing -

through ancient rights assailed.

 

Passed from grave to live again-

new formed the narrow path.

Within the reach of every man-

a gateway firm and fast.

 

Now brought to bear the tidings glad-

entrenched in solid ground-

in waking realms of glory-

a kingdom newly found.

 

Where promises now harvested,

join late and early rain-

appearing at the altar bold-

the circumstances plain.

 

To stand behind each spoken word-

against the darkened lie-

that proudly boasts against us-

before an open sky.

 

And crushing all resistance-

bring victories large and small-

to every realm of being-

delivered from the fall.

 

Extending out beyond ourselves

we yield to greater need-

To find that loss, in giving,

Makes every word-a seed.

 

JHWatkins 7-04

  

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Taken on November 17, 2008