Another Comparison Shot

In the first-ever post on this blog, I used the photo on the left. I revisited the spot one week ago today and took this almost identical shot, except the seasons were different! This makes it a completely different photo. 

More proof of why I prefer the "colder" season of Southern California.

All Things Come to An End

The end of the tracks, in Brea, California.

All things come to an end

But none of us know when.

If you don't know what's around the bend,

remember that all things come to an end.

We cling too tightly to that which we have

assuming it was something we always had.

But we forget we lived independently

not knowing that ever we were in need.

We dread the change and we dread the new

being so familiar with what we're used to.

And we fear the most what we can't control

blind to see our crutch: the old.

Before every beginning, another thing was ending.

Before every divine appointment, there was a disappointment.

Lying before you is a path brand new

And now you are free to do whatever you want to.

Don't shy away

and don't be afraid.

Seek to pray

and find the right way.

This is your time

and this is your chance

to do something sublime

and to make a difference.

All things come to an end

But none of us know when.

If you don't know what's around the bend,

remember that all things come to an end.

Speaking of Rain...

This is why I like winter so much in Southern California.

You may remember the top picture from this entry in July.

I very much prefer the clouds, green hills, cool weather, clear days and occasional rain of winter compared to the neverending brown, heat, lack of clouds and haze in the summer!

He is like the rain

You are like the rain
bringing dead things back to life

Saved in the Notepad of my phone - Sunday, May 30, 2010

President's Day 2010

"They're just showing off."

Though this was a holiday, getting a day off work was not my first thought for the day. It was "how am I not going to eat anything?" I had just started the Master Cleanse, and all I could eat/drink was water and the special lemonade for the cleanse.

But beyond that, the entire day was open. My roommate Jon can be very spontaneous, and when I suggested a trip to the mountains, it may have been only a few minutes before we were in the car driving there.

I took my (other) roommate's digital SLR camera and a 20 oz container filled with my Master Cleanse drink.

As we headed up Mountain Ave to Mount Baldy, suddenly traffic (the little that there was) stopped and the road was blocked. Apparently a rescue was taking place and the road wouldn't be opened for some time. So we had to change our plans.

To the farther mountain range we headed! This one I knew very little about and was thrilled to see new beautiful spots.

We took some extremely scenic roads, and then we ended up in this region. We parked and started walking, and I started snapping pics.

The way down was beautiful as well, and it was a very fun day for both of us. We were very pleased that we decided to be spontaneous. The day off felt like a very restful day.

I never regret a mountain adventure.

No Man Is An Island

Every little thing I do, there is a consequence.

No man is an island.

This little rock had a story when it landed in the sand, in reach only by the high tide. Each subtle wave would wash over it, then go back to sea. Each time a little bit of sand would be blocked by this stone. After enough waves, one small canyon in the sand was created. Then another small one began to form. Then another. Before long, there was this vast network of lines, rivers and ridges, all springing from this small stone.

Despair not. You have a purpose yet. You may feel like a small stone that was thrown into the sand. But be careful of your actions. Each one has a consequence. And who knows but God where it will lead?