School Interrupt

Sorry about the lack of pictures and anything. I will post more things, just class has really bored me down…


A potted plant, unable to go outside.

Potted plant, stuck inside;
Through the glass, looks outside. 
Sunshine rays, clouds and sky;
How I wish to go outside.


Little Wonders

Every little drop of rain is full of wonders.

Every little drop of rain is full of wonders.

Sometimes, we get so caught up in the sorrow, anger, and negative things in life, that we miss some of the most precious moments. I do not want to miss any one of those precious moments, and I do not want anyone else to miss those moments. I want to be the kind of person that, when you’re going through tough times, makes you stop, step back, and notice those precious, small, “little wonders.” Like a child that is kind, trusting, faithful, small, and precious, the moments can pass us by without us even noticing.

I believe that God uses many of these tiny pockets of touching moments to change us, work in us, and use us to accomplish His will and bring Him glory. It is when we get hung up and fixated on ourselves that we miss these defining opportunities of life. How many of these moments and “little wonders” have you let slip by because you were too busy or distracted by everything else? How many times do you think you could have provided one of the “little wonders,” but didn’t?

Matthew 13:31-32 is a parable of Jesus Christ about how the tiny mustard seed grows exponentially more when compared to other seeds. The kingdom of heaven is like that, starting as a small “seed” in a person, and growing and branching out to more people until the number of people saved that make up the kingdom of heaven is innumerable. How are those little moments ever going to be productive if we never notice them? Take a moment out of every day to just stop, step back, and see if you have missed any of these opportunities before they are gone.

Say a prayer and ask God for the peace and mindset to be able to notice these moments, and for the initiative to act on those special opportunities.

How Far From Home?


We set out from home with comrades in tow.
The sunlight shone on every trampled stone.


Our hearts were free from the monotony,
Of daily life’s grief, work, and disease.


Every challenge seen, we accepted with glee.
Like trails of bunnies, our paths careened.


In the wide, open range we rested from fame.
No gold or silver claim, not even a name.


This edge of disaster, we came to master;
We kept going faster as we burst with laughter.

Our path took us over many a river and boulder;
A single, daily adventure, in the moment, lasts forever.

Looking back, where we were just moments ago;
The awe and wonder of God’s creation below.

Onward and upward, and further and inward,
Higher and colder, as we travel to Asgard.

Every step, every ledge, we struggle against.
Some laugh, some help, as we hang off the edge.

Overcoming the obstacles, we rest on the mountain;
No matter the improbable, we drink from Dragon Fountain.

Over the troll bridges, we head back to home.
Avoiding the disadvantages of becoming meat and bone.

To home we returned, for there’s no better place;
A place, I’ve learned, where love and peace stay.

Midnight Summer Hike

Late Night Hike of Lazy Mountain

Yes, this is around 10 pm. These are adventures in Alaska: where sunsets last forever, and friends even longer…

Outlook of the World

A place where the mountaintops see the curve of the world, where the sunlight spans the horizons like a river of gold…

Don't Cover the Light


Where the light finds its way into every crack, and every rock glistens in glimmering black…

Lazy Pan


A place where selfies sideline the panorama, and a place where every day is an adventure bonanza.

P.S. – We didn’t get off the mountain until midnight, and it was still light until about 1 am (we had dinner after we got down at a local restaurant).

Summer in Alaska

Summer hike... Alaska style...

Summer hike… Alaska style…

There’s nothing like going for a hike in the summer! Of course, if you go hiking in Alaska, be careful that you don’t go to the wrong place and end up waist deep in snow.

Tread, the Littlest Snowman

We made a snowman named “Tread.” A chipper little fellow!

Tread the Dead Littlest Snowman

Unfortunately… Tread didn’t last long.

The Mourning of Tread

We mourned his passing…

Tread the Great:
A snowman of wonder!
Faced the fate
Of snowmen in summer.

On a hike
In a seeming winter,
Tread did die
By the heat of summer!

Oh Tread! You blockhead!
Why didn’t you listen?!
Oh Tread! Now you’re dead!
Just water on pavement.

So Tread left this world,
An inspiration to all…
To put more salt on the road,
So you won’t slip and fall.

Sea Monsters

A piece of driftwood.

A piece of driftwood.

I walked the crystal shores in search of nothing,
And came upon a ruin, quite a monstrosity.

There it was on the sands, still and so quiet;
sleeping, waiting, like some sort of mousetrap.

Shaking, I wondered at its oddly shaped form;
Legs (or arms?) sprawled on the shores.

I dared not move, it looked so peaceful;
I knew in my heart it longed for a mouth full.

The seconds dragged on and turned into minutes;
The beast only moved with the waves and current.

A stirring, a rustling, a sudden jerking motion;
My heart was in my throat, my mind in convulsions.

The beast was alive! I knew I must escape.
My exit was blocked by many long snakes!

Oh what a fool I was for not looking up!
Pay attention to your surroundings, lighten up!

I, the Optimist, in my unusual and insane way,
Laughed at myself as though I weren’t afraid.

The beast heard the laugh, and sought to find me;
But I, like the wind, avoided my enemy.

Heed my warning whenever you are walking:
Avoid the monsters of maleficent murmuring.