My Thunder Shower

How beautiful the skies of my thunder shower light up the colors of the skies and sound of power that enlarge the eyes and spirit!  We are spellbound by them!


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“THE LIGHTNING flashed, and lifted

The lids of heaven apart,
The fiery thunder rolled you
All night long through my heart.

From dreams of you at dawn
I rose to the window ledge:
The storm had passed away,
The lake lapped on the sedge.

The lyre of heaven trembled
Still with the thought of you,
The twilight on the waters,
And all my spirit, too.”
_ John Hall Wheelock
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Copyright, JayJacy Photography ©2017

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On The Waterfront at San Marcos

On The Waterfront at San Marcos
A Return to Favorite Places

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The Castillo de San Marcos site is the oldest masonry fort in the United States. It is located in the city of St. Augustine, Florida.  This is one of the most amazing places in the United States for our history, beauty, and of course, photography.

I Fly at Dawn

JayJacy Photography

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SOMETIMES I fly at dawn above the sea,
Where, underneath, the restless waters flow—
Silver, and cold, and slow.
Dim in the east there burns a new-born sun,
Whose rosy gleams along the ripples run,
Save where the mist droops low,
Hiding the level loneliness from me.

And now appears beneath the milk-white haze
A little fleet of anchored ships, which lie
In clustered company,
And seem as they are yet fast bound by sleep,
Although the day has long begun to peep,
With red-inflamèd eye,
Along the still, deserted ocean ways.

The fresh, cold wind of dawn blows on my face
As in the sun’s raw heart I swiftly fly,
And watch the seas glide by.
Scarce human seem I, moving through the skies,
And far removed from warlike enterprise—
Like some great gull on high
Whose white and gleaming wings beat on through space.

Then do I feel with God quite, quite alone,
High in the virgin morn, so white and still,
And free from human ill:
My prayers transcend my feeble earth-bound plaints-
As though I sang among the happy Saints
With many a holy thrill—
As though the glowing sun were God’s bright Throne.

My flight is done. I cross the line of foam
That breaks around a town of grey and red,
Whose streets and squares lie dead
Beneath the silent dawn—then am I proud
That England’s peace to guard I am allowed;
Then bow my humble head,
In thanks to Him Who brings me safely home.*

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Blessed be the name of the Lord
from this time forth and forevermore.
From the rising of the sun to its setting,
the name of the Lord is to be praised!
Psalm 113:2,3

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*The Dawn Patrol By Paul Bewsher
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Photography: Copyright, JayJacy Photography for @HDRCHIC ©2016 All Rights Reserved – No Reblogs Please. Thank you.