Sunday, February 22, 2009
This shadow shot was taken back in January.
We live in the foothills of Perth and unfortunately have had some very bad fires around in the more bushy areas.
We have a lake across the road from where we live and this lake is utilised by the water bombers that are fighting fires close by.
You can see the shadow of the helicopter just behind it as it comes down to fill up with water. This particular day we had 2 water bombers using the lake as you can see below with some more pics from that day.
Today, Sunday February 22nd has been declared a National Day of Mourning in respect to the Victoria BushFires that have absolutely devastated so many lives, destroyed communities and killed 1000's of animals and wildlife. The fires that these people were fighting here across the road from my home were tiny compared to the fires in Victoria so if you have a moment today please spend that time in reflection and prayer for those that have lost their lives and also remembering the amazing people who have put their own lives on the line fighting these horrendous fires.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Even though I havent been posting it was always on my mind and I have some great pics ready to share.
This picture was taken in Dwellingup while camping over the New Year period with Brett and my boys. It was quite hot but very relaxing and the kids had a great time swimming, riding their bikes and playing with other children around the camp. I have a lot more pictures to share of the camping holiday so more to come soon :D
Its been a while, for one reason or another I just haven't felt like updating the blog or sharing life's moments.
So now it's time....
I have had this poem saved for quite some time to share here, so as a start to posts for 2009 I would like to share this with you.
I Am The New Year
I am unused, unspotted, without blemish. I stretch before you three hundred sixty-five days long.
I will present each day in its turn, a new leaf in the Book of Life, for you to place upon it your imprint.
It remains for you to make of me what you will; if you write with firm, steady strokes, my pages will be a joy to look
upon when the next New Year comes. If the pen falters, if uncertainty or doubt or sin mar the page, it will become a day to remember with pain.
I am the New Year. During each hour of the three hundred sixty-five days, I will give you sixty minutes that have never known the use of man. White and pure, I present them; it remains for you to fill them with sixty
jewelled seconds of love, hope, endeavour, patience, and trust in God.
I am the New Year. I am here - but once past, I can never be recalled. Make me your best!
~ Author Unknown ~