The Sky

Wonderful rays.
Wonderful rays.

A little peace.

Right about now we could all use a little peace. The world is an angry, insane and violent place.

Right now.

If we work at it, we might be able to bring it back to some semblance of sanity. Of peacefulness. Of kindness.

The key word is work. As, I once read. Faith without work is dead. I’m sure you know where I read that. Time to work. Nothing big. Nothing Grandiose. One step at a time. One day at a time. Bit by bit. Do one little thing. Every day.

I made this picture on Lake Ponchartrain. There is a proper, formal, scientific word for this. I can’t remember it. In the photography and design industries, this is called a “God Ray.” I can remember that. This one sort of went crazy as I took the picture. I suppose that it does help if you use a wide angle lens, and a very small aperture.


  1. Hi, when I see the sky and the many sunsets, it makes me happy to know there is a place of pure love, all good, and no pain or suffering. This place I believe is Heaven. My son at 5 told me about Heaven and said it is a perfect place. I asked him how he knew this and he said God told him in his bedroom! After that it dawned on me that all the sunsets are painted for us from someone in Heaven. We loved looking at the sunsets and I would ask him if he thought is was painted by a girl or a boy? Young or old? To this day I love to look at the sky and wonder who had a chance to paint this day for us. I believe that everyone in Heaven gets a chance to paint the sky!!! My Son is in Heaven and I know his colors and I smile up when the sky shows me he’s happy!!!

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    1. Hi Karen. I’ve been trying to figure out how to respond. Especially, on this horrible week. Then, it came to me. Sometimes, I hear a lot of music in my head. All that I could remember was a thread of one verse.

      This is the song. The lyric that I heard was the opening line.

      Boy of mine as your fortune comes to carry you down the line
      And you watch as the changes unfold
      And you sort among the stories you’ve been told
      If some pieces of the picture are hard to find
      And the answers to your questions are hard to hold
      Take good care of your mother when you’re making up your mind
      Should one thing or another take you from behind
      Though the world may make you hard and wild
      And determine how your life is styled
      When you’ve come to feel that you’re the only child
      Take good care of your brother
      Let the disappointments pass let the laughter fill your glass
      Let your illusions last until they shatter
      Whatever you might hope to find
      Among the thoughts that crowd your mind
      There won’t be many that ever really matter
      But take good care of your mother and remember to be kind
      When the pain of another will serve you to remind
      That there are those who feel themselves exiled
      On whom the fortune never smiled
      And upon whose life the heartache has been piled
      They’re just looking for another lonely child

      It was written by Jackson Browne many years ago in response to his ex-wife’s suicide.

      Maybe I’d better go make some sunset pictures. Ray


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