Seasons Change

As we witness nature transition so beautifully and effortlessly from fall to winter… We should all take a lesson from the trees.

Keciah M. Bailey

SEASONS (I borrowed this picture from my church's website} The Tree in its SEASONS (I borrowed this picture from my church’s website)

I’ve been trying to understand where my fairly recent obsession with landscape photography came from.

I grew up in the country in a small town right by the ocean. I spent my childhood playing in the bushes, making mud pies and climbing trees. Most of my mornings were spent by the ocean, with my grandmother, watching the dawn break. (I sometimes look at my son playing video games or tapping away at his tablet and feel a tinge of guilt – my childhood was, by far, way more enriching than his – of course he’ll never think so 🙂 ).

Needless to say, I find my solace in nature. And so it’s not unnatural that I should want to capture it. I’ve almost exhausted what’s left of the fall foliage, now I find myself looking forward to winter…

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In Due Season….

For the last few months I have been battling a lot of frustration. In fact, had it not been for the Grace of God I might not have had the strength to stay the course. I even considered deleting this blog :-(. But God in his goodness, revealed these words to me and since then …

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Father, I come.

Father I come, Today I am feeling the weight of this walk. Today it is heavy. The process feels burdensome and the road feels so, so long. It seems as though I'll never scale these mountains. It seems as though I'll never see green pastures or still waters. It feels as though this sadness and …

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Who Do You Say You Are?

"They" said I was never the "pretty girl". Cute maybe. Beautiful not so much. I got my fair share of compliments on my big bright eyes, crooked smile and my thick thighs. And my voluptuousness definitely got me some attention, maybe not the right attention but attention, nonetheless. They said I was never the pretty …

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A Letter To My 7 year old Black Son and Every Black Son in America – Your Life Matters

My beloved son: You are so smart, inquisitive and brave and now in your world of superheroes and wrestling action figures you are the master – you are in charge and you wield all the power. My heart breaks at the thought of you growing up and forgetting, or worse, relinquishing this power. I know …

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Fighting Tired

Why is it that we quit when we're almost at the end? How is that we survive the storms of the deep only to drown in the shallow waters of the shore - Just yards away from dry land? To everyone else there seems to be nothing wrong. We're past the worst. We fought a …

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My prayer

Father, I have been trying to make sense of all the things that have happened to me this previous year. It's been a painful year. One filled with many disappointments and many setbacks but I know in the deepest, most sacred parts of me that I have been strengthened, enlightened and made new. I know …

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Restless

I finally have some down time after a very grueling ten months. The semester is over. My internships are complete. I've taken a "break" from my newspaper obligations, which will resume later this month. The Christmas and New Year bustle is behind me and my son is back in school which has given me some much …

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Dear 2014…

You kicked my butt so bad some days I wanted to give up on life. There were times I thought I would never make it through but you are coming to a close and I am still here. I outlasted you. And that in itself is a reason to rejoice. Still, I hold no bitterness …

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Give Your Gifts

I woke up this morning at 4:00 am to a bubbly seven year old, bursting at the seams with excitement, ready to open his gifts. I usually look forward to the joy on his face when he rips open a package and sees something he's been wishing for all year. The thank yous and hugs …

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