It is Senior Sunday once again! This Sunday we are checking back in with a second collection of pictures for Autumn!
We took Autumn pictures on a farm a little east of Gilbert.
Another Senior Sunday in the books! I hope you all had a great weekend!
I didn’t take many pictures at Iowa State football games last year because they are getting stricter about the type of camera you are allowed to carry in. At least they are to me. I see plenty of other people walking in with comparable cameras, but I digress.
No, I don’t digress. The rule as written on the Cyclones website is that Cameras with lens longer than 6 inches is prohibited. Cameras with a lens less than 6 inches is permitted. However, sometimes, security people try to interpret that as nothing that they deem “professional” or anything with a “removable” lens. It is frustrating to educate security people on the rules that they are supposed to enforce and what imaginary rules in their head that they are not allowed to enforce.
After the Iowa game, I only took the Sony RXOII to a couple of games and to the Louisiana-Monroe game I took an old Sony point & shoot that Logan gave me. I wanted to give it a shot to see if it would work as a gameday camera that would prevent me from having to have to have conversations with security people.
The point & shoot takes okay pictures, but it isn’t nearly fast enough to take action photos.
Any way, here are a few pictures I took at the Louisiana-Monroe and TCU games:
Okay, I only had one run-in with a security guard this year. But I did win the run-in.
I should start with wishing everybody a Happy Easter!
It is definitely one of the weirdest Easters that most of us have ever experienced. I didn’t go to church on Easter Sunday since I don’t know when. Instead, I drove around and took a few pictures of church signs while listening to KWBG.
From 8-9 they played the Palm Sunday worship service of the local Baptist service. The Pastor of that church now helps with our Youth Group and she truly has been a godsend.
From 9-10 they played our worship service. Which was a live Easter service. I just want to share a couple of my favorite signs I saw this morning:
I would like to share an Easter Devotional from the Bishop of the Iowa Conference of the Methodist Church:
After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to look at the tomb. Look, there was a great earthquake, for an angel from the Lord came down from heaven. Coming to the stone, he rolled it away and sat on it. Now his face was like lightning and his clothes as white as snow. The guards were so terrified of him that they shook with fear and became like dead men. But the angel said to the women, “Don’t be afraid. I know that you are looking for Jesus who was crucified. He isn’t here, because he’s been raised from the dead, just as he said. Come, see the place where they laid him. Now hurry, go and tell his disciples, ‘He’s been raised from the dead. He’s going on ahead of you to Galilee. You will see him there.’ I’ve given the message to you.”
With great fear and excitement, they hurried away from the tomb and ran to tell his disciples. But Jesus met them and greeted them. They came and grabbed his feet and worshipped him. Then Jesus said to them, “Don’t be afraid. Go and tell my brothers that I am going into Galilee. They will see me there.”
—Matthew 28:1-10 (CEB)
Billy Sunday was the first great traveling evangelist of the twentieth century. He traveled the country with his flamboyant revival showmanship, which attracted enormous crowds. A consummate showman, Sunday he would invite his listeners at the end of the sermon to come forward by walking down the sawdust trail of the temporary wooden structure to give their lives to Christ. “Hitting the sawdust trail” became a synonym for repentance and conversion.
The first people to ever hit the sawdust trail, however, were the women, weren’t they? Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to the tomb, where they encountered an angel sitting on a stone who said, “Don’t be afraid. Jesus has been raised from the dead. Now, hurry and go, tell his disciples.”
The phrase, “hitting the sawdust trail,” actually predates Billy Sunday, originating in the forests of Oregon, where lumber jacks would get lost deep in the woods. Needing find their way out, they would lay a trail of sawdust along the way so they could follow it out to a place where they could get their bearings.
Like the lumberjacks, we, too, are totally lost and have to rely on God’s grace to lead us to and then along the sawdust trail. We cannot control resurrection because resurrection is God’s work of grace. Do you, too, want to hit the sawdust trail? Then practice resurrection by welcoming and walking beside all kinds of people traveling the way of spiritual formation.
In his poem, Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front, Wendell Berry captures the unpredictability of resurrection. He says, “So, friends, every day do something that won’t compute. Love the Lord. Love the world. Work for nothing. Take all that you have and be poor. Love someone who does not deserve it…. Practice resurrection.”
Prayer:
God of new birth, this is the day of resurrection, and we are ready to hit the sawdust trail, a trail that leads right back into everyday life where we commit ourselves to practice resurrection. With your grace leading the way, we will welcome all people to journey with us, so that one day the kingdom of this world will become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Christ. And he shall reign forever and ever, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah! Amen.
By: Bishop Laurie Haller, Resident Bishop, Iowa Annual Conference of The United Methodist Church
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Here is a second collection of pictures from Taylan’s Senior Picture Photo shoot:
More senior pictures next Sunday!
There aren’t a tremendous amount of photos in the folder 2009-10-18, but the ones that are there, I think are pretty great. They are great because they include disco dancing beavers.
These are pictures that we took when Jen, Sara, Jill, and I all bought matching shirts for the Beaverdale Fall Festival. I don’t know if the Beaverdale Fall Festival still produces great shirts. I know if the Beaverdale Fall Festival even exists. Sara has long since moved from Beaverdale to one of those suburbia type towns and she was my connection to Beaverale. However, when I sleep at night, I dream that the Beaverdale Fall Festival is still going strong and still producing amazing shirts!
By adding these pictures to the Photography 139 Gallery, I was able to restore the following historic “An Artist’s Notebook” entries to their original glory:
Next Saturday’s walk down memory lane will involve tenderloining, Sara’s dog Jupiter, and Halloween.
Here it is! The 12th and final collection of pictures from when Fly Iowa was in Boone. Hope you enjoyed this collection of pictures nearly as much as I enjoyed taking them. I know Tamara did at least!
Exhales. Plenty of giant folders of images to curate still left in the backlog though.
If you want to go back and checkout any of the Fly Iowa pictures, click on the link below:
Probably going to be lots of Minnesota State Fair pictures in your future. Prepare yourself accordingly!
It is time for the 11th installment of pictures of when Fly Iowa was in Boone last August.
All these pictures are of the plane that was painted like Air Force One.
Only 100 Fly Iowa pictures left to reboot.
This collection of images from the 2019 backlog are from December. The pictures of Naima I took out at her favorite stomping grounds, Dickcissel Park. The pictures of Willy are from track at Goeppinger Field. The Willy pictures are alternates for the THE WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE theme of SPORTS/GAMES.
Really making good time on this backlog thing now!
Another on of the Seniors that I am featuring on Senior Sunday is Garrett Larson. Garrett is the son of Willy’s running buddy Avril. I don’t know Garrett anywhere near as well as I know Autumn, who I have been on 5 mission trips with or Taylan, who I danced with at my wedding, but that was in some ways made his photo session even more fascinating.
As you will see in the photos, Garrett is an avid, passionate cyclist. It was a look into a subculture I knew nothing about and I enjoyed learning about. In particular, I enjoyed learning about how much cyclists hate runners and vice-versa.
Here are some pictures:
I especially loved listening to him and his cycling friends bag on runners since Avril runs nearly as much as Willy. These are the things that amuse me.
Time for the 10th installment of pictures of when Fly Iowa was in Boone back in August.
Featured in this collection of photos is a plane that was painted to look like Air Force One. This airplane was the end of the show. Thank goodness because it flew around to that awful Lee Greenwood song. But more on the pilot and their terrible taste in music in a later post, probably.
Only 200 Fly Iowa pictures left to curate.
I took several pictures of my sad, pathetic, battered, old trombone. These are the ones that didn’t make the big cut for the big show on Monday.
That poor trombone should probably go in the trash, but I worry that the trash man wouldn’t even accept it.
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This is your reminder that this week’s THE WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE theme is GOVERNMENT:
A GOVERNMENT photo is any photo that has anything to do with the GOVERNMENT. Any level of GOVERNMENT. From a county hospital to a city park to federal highway.
Happy photo harvesting!
