self-portrait

dogwood petals

spring bee

flower droplets

still winter

skeleton ball

plastic skeleton heads

distorted

How much of our “messed-upedness” comes from our own native talent for being messed up, and how much of it comes from external sources, such as from rotten parenting no matter how well intended? Such as, for example, posing one’s child in front of a magnifying glass, taking a picture of her, and then putting the distorted image on the internet for the world to see?

Just curious.

Positive ions and the trampoline

fingers under the door

come together

finger spider

american bridge

goat man and jesus

There is something absurd, or at least incongruous, about “goat mans” utilitarian messages displayed next to the Gospel’s most celebrated message in John 3:16. And yet if God does not love Goat Man, then He’s not much of a loving god. Scripture reveals time and again that God prefers to hang out with the Goat Men of our world instead of with its sophisticated elites like, say, media types, academics, and artists. The humor of it for me is neither that God loves Goat Man nor that the spiritual is mixed here with the mundane. At the end of the day, we all had better hope that God loves the least among us. And if God created the whole world, it stands to reason that God directs or at least is invested in the whole ball of wax--including brake service and oil-n-lube jobs. For me the humor from of the picture follows from the placing of John 3:16 along side the advertisements, suggesting that brake service and salvation are of equal importance. Which, I confess, may feel to be the case when one hits the brakes hard on the interstate and discovers that, alas, they are not responding.