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If I were still a poet, I could find a fable in a fallen fluff of feline fur.
If I were still a photographer, my camera could not contain all the cuteness it could capture. 

All I have on this last day of January is a snapshot of the super blue blood moon that I took an hour and a half after sunset. I wish I had remembered to get out earlier as it rose in the sky. It looks like a melon. Can you see (at about 4 o'clock) where the stem could have been? And the stripes rounding out from there?

Reflections

Looks like an abstract painting.

Jacob & John

This afternoon.

shame on us

On the 45th anniversary of the heinous Roe V Wade decision by the Supreme Court and the 45th March for Life that took place this weekend, I must give a link here to good article I read today. I looked up the writer, learned more about him, and see him as a hero. In a world of deceit, he dares to tell the truth.
There is everything to hate about abortions.

Heavy reading

January is my book reading month, and I have finally started on the first, Martin Luther, The Man Who Rediscovered God and Changed the World, by Eric Metaxas. It is well written and interesting, and it is also making me feel ignorant, therefore giving me a lot to learn. Because of the 500th anniversary of the Reformation in 2017, I became interested in Martin Luther and realized I knew nothing about him, the era, or how he did in fact change the world. Now I am almost to the hundredth page, and at this point, he is fed up with the corruption and manipulations within the Catholic Church. Pretty soon he will be nailing his 95 theses to the Castle Church door. I have had to look up some people, places and words to understand better, but I am beginning to get it. Power vs truth. Discernment vs blindness. Fear vs faith. Knowledge vs apathy. Deceit vs honesty. Familiar themes.

Grandson #2

Ned and Wyatt love to go fishing. Unless something else requires their time, they are on the boat in some sort of salt water just about every Saturday. I appreciate the pictures they send. This is a catch from today.

Jacob

My #1 grandson arrived in Wilmington Tuesday night. A friend from Tennessee was in Montana visiting him for six weeks, and when it was time to drive back, Jacob went with him. Then his mother drove up to Tennessee to bring him bring him to his new home, we hope. I have missed the together times of long ago, and over the past three days, I feel like we have started to catch up. Pretty soon he will have a job and maybe a girlfriend, so I am enjoying the moments. He has lots of stories to tell about his four years in the vast and cold northwest. Branding cattle, catching baby calves as they are being born in -35 degree weather, using drones to survey a 8000 acre ranch, growing plants, dealing with untrustworthy people, learning the oil industry, knowing the sunrise. He really hasn't changed much. Just older and more mature. Thankful.