First Century Palestine. Jesus Walking Away From The Camera With 2 Of His Disciples. The Temple Sits High On A Hill In The Art

A highly realistic and historically accurate image set in the deep, waterlogged mud of the Texas Cross Timbers (Montague County) in 1840. The scene captures the frustrating moment when the Chihuahua Traders caravan is completely stuck. Foreground focus is on several heavy, wooden Conestoga freight wagons, mired up to their axles in dark, thick mud. Exhausted oxen are straining and distressed, their drivers in rough frontier attire attempting to free the wheels with ropes and levers. In the mid-ground, a small group of the American equestrian circus performers stands next to their distinctive, high-quality riding horses, which are visibly more refined than the typical pack animals. The performers are dressed in sturdy but distinct traveling clothes, looking ill-equipped and frustrated by the muddy conditions. One performer is carefully securing a colorful carriage or cart containing unique circus props, struggling to keep it from sinking. The overall mood is one of miserable delay and hardship. Cloudy, oppressive sky; detailed realism; wide-angle shot; dark, moody lighting.
I sat, long ago, on an Asian hill with a Shakya Mundi friend, and watched the autumn leaves fall down from high above, giants in the forest casting off their wakefulness, falling progressively into winter’s long, white sleep. “The important thing to know about trees” he said, “is that they are most beautiful in autumn; just before the winter snow. They live and grow through the entire year just for these brief moments of stunning beauty. We are like that.” He said, “but we have only one autumn, and a very long winter.”
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite. Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders. And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon, high up on the left, forgot to go away.
a painting of a castle on a hill
A highly realistic and historically accurate image set in the deep, waterlogged mud of the Texas Cross Timbers (Montague County) in 1840. The scene captures the frustrating moment when the Chihuahua Traders caravan is completely stuck. Foreground focus is on several heavy, wooden Conestoga freight wagons, mired up to their axles in dark, thick mud. Exhausted oxen are straining and distressed, their drivers in rough frontier attire attempting to free the wheels with ropes and levers. In the mid-ground, a small group of the American equestrian circus performers stands next to their distinctive, high-quality riding horses, which are visibly more refined than the typical pack animals. The performers are dressed in sturdy but distinct traveling clothes, looking ill-equipped and frustrated by the muddy conditions. One performer is carefully securing a colorful carriage or cart containing unique circus props, struggling to keep it from sinking. The overall mood is one of miserable delay and hardship. Cloudy, oppressive sky; detailed realism; wide-angle shot; dark, moody lighting.
A highly realistic and historically accurate image set in the deep, waterlogged mud of the Texas Cross Timbers (Montague County) in 1840. The scene captures the frustrating moment when the Chihuahua Traders caravan is completely stuck. Foreground focus is on several heavy, wooden Conestoga freight wagons, mired up to their axles in dark, thick mud. Exhausted oxen are straining and distressed, their drivers in rough frontier attire attempting to free the wheels with ropes and levers. In the mid-ground, a small group of the American equestrian circus performers stands next to their distinctive, high-quality riding horses, which are visibly more refined than the typical pack animals. The performers are dressed in sturdy but distinct traveling clothes, looking ill-equipped and frustrated by the muddy conditions. One performer is carefully securing a colorful carriage or cart containing unique circus props, struggling to keep it from sinking. The overall mood is one of miserable delay and hardship. Cloudy, oppressive sky; detailed realism; wide-angle shot; dark, moody lighting.
a tree in nature
Southeast Asia. Modern day. The damaged and the broken ones; all rooted in the past, live life the way it always was, from their first day to their last. Motes of dust in beams of light, in the darkness of this day, we tip the hat and give a nod, for the truth we can’t convey. Everything is real, but nothing matters, anyway. Where life is only what must be, from the cradle to the grave. Everyone does what they can: Nothing less, but sure no more. Tip the hat and give a nod to the ones who’ve gone before. We tip our hats and give the nod to the world we’ve all ignored
The Dagda, powerful Celtic god, standing with a massive, muscular horse at his side. Earthy robes, bronze and gold torc, long dark hair, commanding presence. Horses moving in the background like living wealth of the land. Misty forest or rolling hills, dawn light piercing fog, mythic realism, cinematic Celtic fantasy, raw authority, natural textures.
a painting of a castle on top of a hill
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite. Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders. And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.
animal standing in natural pose
a painting of a castle on top of a hill
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite. Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders. And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon, high up on the left, forgot to go away.
The Dagda, powerful Celtic god, standing with a massive, muscular horse at his side. Earthy robes, bronze and gold torc, long dark hair, commanding presence. Horses moving in the background like living wealth of the land. Misty forest or rolling hills, dawn light piercing fog, mythic realism, cinematic Celtic fantasy, raw authority, natural textures.
This calls for patient endurance on the part of the people of God who keep his commands and remain faithful to Jesus.
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
“Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.” (Psalms 1:1, KJV)
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
a painting of a man with a towel around his waist
urban street with city activity
jesus at a field sunset background
A street scene in rain
jesus
a painting of a group of people walking up some steps
I sat, long ago, on an Asian hill with a Shakya Mundi friend, and watched the autumn leaves fall down from high above, giants in the forest casting off their wakefulness, falling progressively into winter’s long, white sleep. “The important thing to know about trees” he said, “is that they are most beautiful in autumn; just before the winter snow. They live and grow through the entire year just for these brief moments of stunning beauty. We are like that.” He said, “but we have only one autumn, and a very long winter.”
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
bicyle resting against a wall
jesus
a painting of a man with his back to the camera
serene landscape with mountains and water
Jesus stands at the door and knocks
An interior scene, walking into an old woodworker's shop. The shop is orderly and neat, but well-used. I see a workbench in front of me with a woodworker's vise mounted on it. Several chisels, screwdrivers, mallets, claw hammers, and other such tools are hanging on the wall behind the bench. A very nice black Windsor Chair is positioned on the bench ready for the seat to be repaired. Ambient light is low, and beams of light are streaming in from a source above, with motes of dust floating around in them. Everything is ready for work.
Walking into a workshop, a clean, but well-used work area with low light, I see a straight-on view of an old workbench with a vise mounted on it, with tools hanging on the wall behind it. A handsaw, brace-and-bit, several different size and styles of screwdrivers, several chisels hanging in a rack together, a couple mallets and clawhammers, and particularly, a large carpenter's square.
Walking into a workshop, a clean, but well-used work area with low light, I see a straight-on view of an old workbench with a vise mounted on it, with tools hanging on the wall behind it. A handsaw, brace-and-bit, several different size and styles of screwdrivers, several chisels hanging in a rack together, a couple mallets and clawhammers, and particularly, a large carpenter's square.
An interior scene, walking into an old woodworker's shop. I see a workbench in front of me with a woodworker's vise mounted on it. Several chisels, screwdrivers, mallets, claw hammers, and other such tools are hanging on the wall behind the bench. A broken Windsor Chair is positioned on the bench ready for repair. Ambient light is low, and beams of light are streaming in from a source above, with motes of dust floating around in them. Everything is read for work.
In Old Testament times a group of 12 - 15 Hebrew men and women on pilgrimage ascend a steep road toward Jerusalem and the Temple, headed for the feast of the Passover. They each carry their own bag, sachel or bedroll. Anticipation fills the air as the set out on their journey.
In Old Testament times a group of 12 - 15 Hebrew men and women on pilgrimage ascend a steep road toward Jerusalem and the Temple, headed for the feast of the Passover. They each carry their own bag, sachel or bedroll. Anticipation fills the air as the set out on their journey.
house with front view
portrait of two people together
a tree in nature
Walking into a workshop, a clean, but well-used work area with low light, I see a straight-on view of an old workbench with a vise mounted on it, with tools hanging on the wall behind it. A handsaw, brace-and-bit, several different size and styles of screwdrivers, several chisels hanging in a rack together, a couple mallets and clawhammers, and particularly, a large carpenter's square.