I'll start going back to the park--and sketching--tomorrow. Here are a few more pics before I do:
I couldn't believe it when I saw this one, so I had to take a photo. Grass was growing out of a rock in the creek, & it looked like the blade split perpendicularly, into the form of a cross. Since Okinawa has been called "The Rock", I grinned, saying, "There's a Cross on the Island!"
I've written numerous times about the dainty little hoverfly that buzzes about, masquerading as a bee. This one with its iridescent wings held me charmed more than all the others, I think.
No matter how insignificant we are, do we go about reflecting His beauty the best we can?
Altho' the park's decreasing greenery saddens me, I'm repeatedly reminded Creator God is completely aware of everything. One morning, God deliberately lifted the clouds over some thinning bushes I was mourning and shined rays from heaven.
I almost seemed to hear, "Don't forget: this is still my universe."
