Lightning

Remember, I keep reminding myself, this blog and its daily blogposts are for self, my own musing or steaming or drifting bored off into dozeland; for self entertainment, not, as other ministers' blogs are, for public enlightenment,

spiritual inspiration, or any other external purpose whatsoever. 

The lightning this morning was extraordinary as watched from 7H porch before sunrise. Gone now, weather radar showed it in small clouds not far off the Gulf coast here. With other conveniences, 7H is far better for watching weather evolve than the Old Place beneath and behind the trees. And, I suppose, 7H porch is superior MLP to the old hurricane battered cedar, mainly because ants no longer crawl all over me: it required intensity of focus to muse and grieve at MLP while being explored by ants.

These two pictures are the same, different frames as lightning lit up first its cloud

and then, split second, the earth beneath it.

The phone camera is interesting to explore. I had hoped to learn a little bit of photography technique from Ray Wishart, but that'll have to wait until eternity. 

Emily Dickinson:

We never know we go—when we are going
We jest and shut the door—
Fate following behind us bolts it
And we accost no more.


Sometimes the bitterness almost overwhelms.

T