The first photos are of rabbits born in a large outdoor flower pot. They soon all hopped away. I think I saw the mother rabbit earlier that year look in on them hoping they were all right.
The second photo is of an Indiana corn field that had been harvested in the autumn and was now waiting to be prepared to be planted again likely with soybeans to help replenish the ground with nitrogen.
Not having made a meme before Richard searched the internet for tools that would make one for him. Finding a few he sniffed his nose at he decided to do it the hard way and write his own code.
That exercise kept him merrily preoccupied for weeks. Once he figured out which package to use and which options to apply he realized how smooth as silk easy it was to put words and images together.
With all that procrastination out of the way Richard ran up against a problem even an internet search couldn’t answer. He couldn’t think of anything snarky enough to give him a wicked giggle that wouldn’t eventually make him regret he posted the meme in the first place.
The first photo was taken along a rural road in northwestern Indiana near the farm where I grew up. This is an agriculturally productive land out in the country where corn, soybeans and hay are raised on nearly fat fields.
The second photo is from a park in Colorado Springs providing a view of the mountains. In the distance is Pikes Peak. In the middle of the photo, if you know what you’re looking for, you can see the upright sedimentary rock formations known as “Garden of the Gods”. This is country also, but more mountainous than that in Indiana.
Eileen, troubled as many of us are, was seeking never to be the same again as she watched dozens of people, some very old and some very, very young, fall and laugh overwhelmed by the Holy Spirit during the revival meeting. She knew this would not happen to all attendees since some understandably felt no zest to embarrass themselves in public in front of video cameras, but she wondered if it might happen to her in spite of her sitting in the middle of a row far in the back of the auditorium and in spite of her troubles.
The revival leader said he was looking only for those the Spirit showed him were ready as he walked the aisles. When he called her she nervously edged her way past the lukewarm spectators sitting next to her to get to the aisle knowing that—yes!—she, too, was going to fall and—yes!—she, too, was finally going to laugh.
Eileen raised her hands in praise, unnaturally fell backwards fearlessly into the arms of a catcher and laughed without restraint on the floor. Although decades later she would have proof, while lying there full of joy she already knew she would never be the same again.
At first I wondered if my cheap phone could take such photos. So I focused in on the traffic in the street and moved the phone while clicking the photo button. After a few tries I got something like the first photo.
That gave me encouragement. So I took a bunch more.
The second photo contains Venus and Jupiter, top right, in the early evening sky. They show up better when they’re blurry. The building and traffic in the first photo is down on the bottom left of the photo.
Steve looked at the sunrise letting his mind wrap his preconceptions around what he saw. He was no longer a pagan rationalizing this burning ball of hydrogen as a pantheistic spiritual entity. Nor was he ever an atheist seeing naturalistic stellar evolution in play rather than the greater light created by God to rule the day.
Taking Einstein’s relativity seriously he stipulated that the one-way speed of light from the sun to him was instantaneous. This forced the one-way speed back to the sun to be half the speed some might want it to be who preferred their own preconceptions to help them get lost in the addiction of deep time.
With that taken care of Steve watched the birds originally created on the fifth day watch the sun rise over the catastrophic flood waters that drained off over five millennia ago to become the Atlantic Ocean.
After their last doctor visits Jeremy and his wife, Felicity, planned a series of trips across the country. They went from their children’s homes to those of other family members to friends making sure to mark the date so they would not forget to attend Sunday Mass wherever they were. They saw baby alligators lie on mama alligators’ backs in the Everglades, fancy roosters wander the streets of Key West, cold Alaskan glaciers, deep Arizona canyons, Rocky and Blue Ridge mountains and wide expanses of oceans with turtles, birds and seashells.
Some noticed the medications they were taking while others wondered about their talk of checking off items on their bucket lists. Regardless, they could be counted on to visit when there were births or weddings and to offer consolation at funerals leaving those they visited overwhelmed with peace.
In spite of the medications and bucket lists Jeremy and Felicity beep bopped around the country for another thirty years and the Lord visited them every day putting at the top of their list those who most needed to see them next.