Mrs. Summer

98 bottles of beer on the wall...

Original sin fest.

A pretty good statement on our basic condition.

For no reason.

I have gone through my life with a sense of only skimming the surface, hanging around the periphery but never really getting into the nitty-gritty details of existance. This is in spite of having certainly had my share of "life experiences".

Existential angst, perhaps. This photo, of my youngest step-daughter and I, seems proof that I have not remained above the fray, and yet the qualifier betrays the distance.

But what the Lord of Lords has done in my life (and with it) renders that angst obsolete. And yet, in my human condition, it remains.

August Sixth, always.

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And it's name it said on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

-- The Revelation to Saint John, via The Man Comes Around by Johnny Cash

June Anne la Grab

June Anne LaGrone (granddaughter) makes her first grab of Pop's hat.

Red letter day.