tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77485838545732455952024-03-12T21:36:17.194-07:00My Digital WorldviewWelcome to my view of the world as seen through a lens. My goal is to honor our loving Creator.
Thank you for visiting. Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.comBlogger296125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-61845682236860512172012-09-01T20:17:00.000-07:002012-11-23T10:01:41.801-08:00God Loves You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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How many times do we pass by these scenes as we focus on our daily tasks and interactions with others? I plead guilty. When I notice these moments I can't help but think that it's a love note from God. "Behold, the eye of the LORD is on those who fear Him, On those who hope for His lovingkindness. (Psalm 33:18)Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-28154117128588797342012-08-30T20:08:00.000-07:002012-08-30T20:08:23.693-07:00New Grandson - Another One of God's Miracles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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These last 14 months have gone by fast. It's hard to believe that Labor Day is here already. Life still goes on and Tuesday morning we were blessed with another grandchild. He was a healthy 9 lbs. 4 oz bundle of joy! God is so good!Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-79556112404146789852011-06-17T20:56:00.000-07:002011-06-17T20:56:51.358-07:00Waiting for Sunset<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGXup_Xl6FzaS0PCxeEoUWjPHosD1bkJjADx_H8Kf6ofSrD4mROLTpnGB9Mf1OH1u6ti2SwArESPkQLA_UBsZTEy030ix3mBdUq7YMEP_U_Ou7J4OST_LZ8wadvLHLXkdSxkPrsuyhnY/s1600/Waiting+for+Sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGXup_Xl6FzaS0PCxeEoUWjPHosD1bkJjADx_H8Kf6ofSrD4mROLTpnGB9Mf1OH1u6ti2SwArESPkQLA_UBsZTEy030ix3mBdUq7YMEP_U_Ou7J4OST_LZ8wadvLHLXkdSxkPrsuyhnY/s400/Waiting+for+Sunset.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I worked on the coast for a few days this week. It's good to get away from the big city and have a change of scenery every so often. Here is the anticipation of a beach sunset.Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com12Rockaway Beach, OR, USA45.613438 -123.9429114000000145.5862645 -123.95205940000001 45.640611500000006 -123.93376340000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-25564271189131703982011-06-09T22:10:00.000-07:002011-06-09T22:10:18.982-07:00Tree Canopy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_g4NeAzbNlEiJ3jhdHFvA2wuoBZrcqS0vMjV7dbRaE0sp3TBdCj9c5npF9rSXxXnsb1_UAid8KyKVlLPrW8Rc_wNTB9GxFfgcf4A1szdytZQOfy_4SAgOabusCLypyRzoC0CE1VyLh7k/s1600/Tree+Canopy+B%2526W.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_g4NeAzbNlEiJ3jhdHFvA2wuoBZrcqS0vMjV7dbRaE0sp3TBdCj9c5npF9rSXxXnsb1_UAid8KyKVlLPrW8Rc_wNTB9GxFfgcf4A1szdytZQOfy_4SAgOabusCLypyRzoC0CE1VyLh7k/s400/Tree+Canopy+B%2526W.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Today was a beautiful day with the temperature in the upper 70's (F). I parked the motorcycle under some trees to take advantage of the shade. Something made me look up. The trees made a large canopy with the sun peaking through. The branches all seem to be leaning toward the sun.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com8Corvallis, OR, USA44.5645659 -123.262043544.5212844 -123.31474 44.6078474 -123.20934700000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-58143227082020209192011-06-07T19:52:00.000-07:002011-06-07T19:52:39.853-07:00Don't Worry... be Happy!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqSXC38VVV74Urk-DPHKGpxJ0yS1NM3k1bKR57ET57ykr2hMMRIW3B65EqyHJSvS4CnXYlNRGXJdcaBzCzBenFYngYVqz4Sjt3wU3te7I0RE2Cc2hSLiknVXaWNHVgjzbYQRxhFLb3tH8/s1600/Don%2527t+Worry...+be+Happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqSXC38VVV74Urk-DPHKGpxJ0yS1NM3k1bKR57ET57ykr2hMMRIW3B65EqyHJSvS4CnXYlNRGXJdcaBzCzBenFYngYVqz4Sjt3wU3te7I0RE2Cc2hSLiknVXaWNHVgjzbYQRxhFLb3tH8/s400/Don%2527t+Worry...+be+Happy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>These "Happy Boots" belong to our 1-1/2 year old granddaughter. They help keep life in the proper perspective.Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-68778012707760825122011-05-27T20:38:00.000-07:002011-06-09T22:11:09.303-07:00Let The Adventure Begin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVPHObJg3ioaSWldUl8I5eEewBjhoVtumcRuvW51Jlr4e-qXrENqjSY9SWcQMtL8DuTeAQ8B7pyF-mKL8YmRLXOouX84-L6rzpgnx0rrQm-wlxRjbS21YmnJfAHW9BLG1xNEk6z2HZTI/s1600/Let+the+Adventure+Begin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVPHObJg3ioaSWldUl8I5eEewBjhoVtumcRuvW51Jlr4e-qXrENqjSY9SWcQMtL8DuTeAQ8B7pyF-mKL8YmRLXOouX84-L6rzpgnx0rrQm-wlxRjbS21YmnJfAHW9BLG1xNEk6z2HZTI/s400/Let+the+Adventure+Begin.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(A trailhead at Bald Peak State Park near Newberg, OR. Elevation approx. 1600')</span></i></div>Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com13Bald Peak State Park, Newberg, OR 97123, USA45.3952662 -123.05698414.728539700000002 177.177391 76.0619927 -63.291359tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-17075939042399980732011-05-23T00:05:00.000-07:002011-06-09T22:12:58.298-07:00Oops... somebody got out of line<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOcx5yAZJttn_zxcK1Go_7Qia4_Zb3dO8V7hWZANBpqnJ0qxSmML0s6Br8OTpETrGtkBMQX74phkcWy3tkG8qMvdbHO6i74saE3ttqaDyQNouXXT0fLV1Cgjux2ubVm9hSeFIEfb0JxMg/s1600/Out+of+Line.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOcx5yAZJttn_zxcK1Go_7Qia4_Zb3dO8V7hWZANBpqnJ0qxSmML0s6Br8OTpETrGtkBMQX74phkcWy3tkG8qMvdbHO6i74saE3ttqaDyQNouXXT0fLV1Cgjux2ubVm9hSeFIEfb0JxMg/s400/Out+of+Line.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com5Bald Peak State Park, Newberg, OR 97123, USA45.39553 -123.0559478999999845.394925 -123.05650889999998 45.396135 -123.05538689999997tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-30035397091606058012011-05-20T22:29:00.000-07:002011-05-20T22:29:23.803-07:00Field of Crimson Clover<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6vhaBnUNi-NsXOKsrnQaHnWXKWJnGD66CjzbVp-WuhOptMIXONB2LBT3Y76XEdT8L2yFravG4RnIBaDosT9WhfytxAF2ALlJUctIEmfN45wdMxpiM4QTcus-4AA4Yz57_yHvX6ldsi5M/s1600/Crimson+Field.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6vhaBnUNi-NsXOKsrnQaHnWXKWJnGD66CjzbVp-WuhOptMIXONB2LBT3Y76XEdT8L2yFravG4RnIBaDosT9WhfytxAF2ALlJUctIEmfN45wdMxpiM4QTcus-4AA4Yz57_yHvX6ldsi5M/s400/Crimson+Field.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I rode past this field today then turned around to get a closer look. I like this deep red color that only crimson clover has. What a pretty plant whose main purpose is weed control between crops.Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-84184632114628221602011-05-15T19:29:00.000-07:002011-05-15T19:30:18.754-07:00Young Wheat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQEgPcySXEM8cwMhGxtq_fKcv0dgD-HUfbM7Qwm751juYb6IE0F0Ct9GVAA2-tQs0pvCJul6ndCqnJbSH6O7Nsf05Y4KyVecGB23wt_2AcFaajHLtsrTUFU1XhqtQ7hlmUpkajGL7hdE/s1600/Young+Wheat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQEgPcySXEM8cwMhGxtq_fKcv0dgD-HUfbM7Qwm751juYb6IE0F0Ct9GVAA2-tQs0pvCJul6ndCqnJbSH6O7Nsf05Y4KyVecGB23wt_2AcFaajHLtsrTUFU1XhqtQ7hlmUpkajGL7hdE/s400/Young+Wheat.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Our son and daughter-in-law recently moved to a house located on 200 acres of farmland. They're renting the house and can use the non-farming portion of the property, complete with a river, as sort of a playland for the kids. Last weekend the wheat was about knee-high. I'm figuring this will be a photographic playland too.Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-20087410197602089882011-04-30T22:52:00.000-07:002011-04-30T22:52:55.512-07:00Birch Tree Pond<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTBiFraTg41T1j8LiC6XqOeA6mTvq9DZS-Oh3_7T3S7YvKWYp6aOIvopQ6OVKUl_jcq2xNLmxBuF3cphR-PsGMjwr-2lBE89xzv3F2t1YBoKbIG0uKuQs3NzDFnjb4Zs9gEaDijFQn8E/s1600/Birch+Tree+Pond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTBiFraTg41T1j8LiC6XqOeA6mTvq9DZS-Oh3_7T3S7YvKWYp6aOIvopQ6OVKUl_jcq2xNLmxBuF3cphR-PsGMjwr-2lBE89xzv3F2t1YBoKbIG0uKuQs3NzDFnjb4Zs9gEaDijFQn8E/s400/Birch+Tree+Pond.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A little pond on the Oregon coast. A stress free zone.</div>Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-8059599189058114942011-04-27T20:32:00.000-07:002011-04-27T20:32:39.294-07:00Waiting to Move to a New Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbjJShJpqUmIFXBgkFeFX_UY8CnedA_BCP1FxSi2IO-ub2bfRTvVX5RSYEIHRLDvan6HXVtMpj6_a8-lh0ZJ4F-t26GZKzPYEZjRf9SEDl3BZvnYHPJIXXIYH-RFnXWj4wU6SFdLcPTY/s1600/Waiting+to+Move.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbjJShJpqUmIFXBgkFeFX_UY8CnedA_BCP1FxSi2IO-ub2bfRTvVX5RSYEIHRLDvan6HXVtMpj6_a8-lh0ZJ4F-t26GZKzPYEZjRf9SEDl3BZvnYHPJIXXIYH-RFnXWj4wU6SFdLcPTY/s400/Waiting+to+Move.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-77330117959036307732011-04-24T00:05:00.000-07:002011-04-24T00:05:00.374-07:00He is Risen!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4Bn3fqISwcS94KrSkTQFmRB1616s_pQ2xZ9B7fd3B-_QZQKo8ILeokfq2JwS-ZMoHZ9cDMl0eq4EOF8XA2KYjXeuVyUPM4TWjZ_ASyYiuIV1wf2Z-DL6K_GPIfeX4g8jjOQfE-dgTNc/s1600/He+is+Risen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4Bn3fqISwcS94KrSkTQFmRB1616s_pQ2xZ9B7fd3B-_QZQKo8ILeokfq2JwS-ZMoHZ9cDMl0eq4EOF8XA2KYjXeuVyUPM4TWjZ_ASyYiuIV1wf2Z-DL6K_GPIfeX4g8jjOQfE-dgTNc/s400/He+is+Risen.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><i>"But when they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away. As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed. </i><br />
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<i>“Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter, ‘He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.’” </i><br />
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Thursday morning the foothills received a coating of "powdered sugar". There were times of sun, rain, hail, and snow. At one point it was snowing while the sun was shining. I'm looking forward to April showers bringing May flowers!Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-60691012856922020512011-03-31T20:59:00.000-07:002011-04-04T08:23:09.619-07:00Color Programming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-vO3Izv8OOET2doj3Ru2MpBvL3dqmBO2iAHuCLjcrfDwYM8TpmyifXojlU_RJ4yQpmLqpeE-vk6_oBDCP50QZXRpvnxTXulKqJJHCf_zc3MBXu7FAJg7vzDVHv4J5u4c3Lc9gMDzTmI/s1600/Color+Program.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-vO3Izv8OOET2doj3Ru2MpBvL3dqmBO2iAHuCLjcrfDwYM8TpmyifXojlU_RJ4yQpmLqpeE-vk6_oBDCP50QZXRpvnxTXulKqJJHCf_zc3MBXu7FAJg7vzDVHv4J5u4c3Lc9gMDzTmI/s400/Color+Program.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Ever wonder how the yellow color gets programmed to spread only so far on the flower? What kind of Artist could create such an amazing work of color and design which grows from a seed?Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-37748214540369868912011-03-24T20:48:00.000-07:002011-03-24T20:48:42.958-07:00Florida Sunset<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OVZoUovk8qGmPdKfvgFToG1_1MgeQTHcDamHSizCpXr6-jzY-7SlQRWoVtsxqf1bVqluixa11R5b5pTU4fflhVCd1gB7Vxod2tOy9Ino7Xba28_3ZvncHIHkh51LNW3SaYZieiu3zaY/s1600/F.+Sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OVZoUovk8qGmPdKfvgFToG1_1MgeQTHcDamHSizCpXr6-jzY-7SlQRWoVtsxqf1bVqluixa11R5b5pTU4fflhVCd1gB7Vxod2tOy9Ino7Xba28_3ZvncHIHkh51LNW3SaYZieiu3zaY/s400/F.+Sunset.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>A few years ago I attended a meeting in Florida. It was about this time of year. This was the sunset one evening looking out of my hotel room. The terrain below looks different than anything here in the Northwest. Everything above the horizon, though, could be anywhere in the world. We have a lot in common don't we?Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-19904947787797670362011-03-11T23:51:00.000-08:002011-03-12T11:08:41.408-08:00Emerging Stronger<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9iTJShceKL-TTo60xUW9xmlFnR1fCIKMzgL3VLjhGEes3_rF284OQAPgWWmJgNnU2gbQa6pMkScZ4ld2kXRgm9HF1beOt2dgNAj19UhhRZShfqe7AZitA7onUmQ7NXGAR5nye5yyeSw/s1600/Moving+Tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9iTJShceKL-TTo60xUW9xmlFnR1fCIKMzgL3VLjhGEes3_rF284OQAPgWWmJgNnU2gbQa6pMkScZ4ld2kXRgm9HF1beOt2dgNAj19UhhRZShfqe7AZitA7onUmQ7NXGAR5nye5yyeSw/s400/Moving+Tree.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Before long these trees will sprout leaves and buds and be bearing fruit. They have successfully made it through the harsh elements of winter to emerge stronger than they were. It's the same with us after we go through trials in life... isn't it?</div>Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-56885685037042911122011-03-06T21:15:00.000-08:002011-03-06T21:15:30.736-08:00Appreciating Color<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0KJl3d5-dFsADUuYGOVjxbmy-xtTnLLOidyHxf8_RFM685BLwQ8W1SV8DR9Wx06997qHNIrCTOwvBuOvpnVQtE9kITc4z5Gszt8UxMYO3Lvb6e9HLa8Syy4mpfcmPC_eJru_f1bRX718/s1600/Color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0KJl3d5-dFsADUuYGOVjxbmy-xtTnLLOidyHxf8_RFM685BLwQ8W1SV8DR9Wx06997qHNIrCTOwvBuOvpnVQtE9kITc4z5Gszt8UxMYO3Lvb6e9HLa8Syy4mpfcmPC_eJru_f1bRX718/s400/Color.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I'm glad God gave us the ability to see colors...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Rainbows are amazing. After the great flood God made a covenant that He would never flood the earth again and when the rainbow appears it's a reminder of that promise. What an incredible love note.Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-5566104083036323102011-03-02T20:18:00.000-08:002011-03-02T20:18:31.495-08:00Downtown Colors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRVoKsVselL_gkhBwg-6Fc_nK7bFJIbpYXrQmEyLEfMnNttqBoixJ5ZqVjr5yNFBhXWxSpiRb0gF96Jx5OhFPsx-i0f0EilMhk85DldZX4lfse5P9cFLf6bomZVIjIDCjsC4RdS4SsBs/s1600/Downtown+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRVoKsVselL_gkhBwg-6Fc_nK7bFJIbpYXrQmEyLEfMnNttqBoixJ5ZqVjr5yNFBhXWxSpiRb0gF96Jx5OhFPsx-i0f0EilMhk85DldZX4lfse5P9cFLf6bomZVIjIDCjsC4RdS4SsBs/s400/Downtown+1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>My wife has been out of town on a business this past week. Last night on the way to pick her up at the airport I stopped downtown along the river with camera and tripod to take some exposures. The reflections make the city look bigger. <br />
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Lately the desire to do photography has all but dried up. Going to a different location and going in the evening has given a boost to the desire.Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-27051330274623019302011-02-19T21:15:00.000-08:002011-02-19T21:15:47.716-08:00Storm Brewing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMclBAND8YFIN6K8EEeEfHu3rjae02Pa4wQdrbaPQiAvY1cl-30lob3DuhyphenhyphenzpPT8fikQA2PW3rKhJTYBqZTByGeurFwHJuzFyA_XtJrvF8MwG02G8Y4-hq-rVBxf0BKqHiq0EpdhXa1E/s1600/Storm+Brewing+B%2526W.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMclBAND8YFIN6K8EEeEfHu3rjae02Pa4wQdrbaPQiAvY1cl-30lob3DuhyphenhyphenzpPT8fikQA2PW3rKhJTYBqZTByGeurFwHJuzFyA_XtJrvF8MwG02G8Y4-hq-rVBxf0BKqHiq0EpdhXa1E/s400/Storm+Brewing+B%2526W.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-3213888071027248722011-02-12T20:23:00.000-08:002011-02-12T20:27:32.635-08:00Tillamook Bay Pilings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-i0QnsHrfvk9AL5Muk1Y0H-Yz1BOcEu-jYbKPjXYHTz2-eaWwHO0tiTcmgG_jKwGYIyVDEM4RIFfuwJH11P1d2usFRr6_rcdQRL_cypldqSoxrenKPaoa0I_yEDMdM1sV9MhZ5pHCYg/s1600/Tillamook+Bay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-i0QnsHrfvk9AL5Muk1Y0H-Yz1BOcEu-jYbKPjXYHTz2-eaWwHO0tiTcmgG_jKwGYIyVDEM4RIFfuwJH11P1d2usFRr6_rcdQRL_cypldqSoxrenKPaoa0I_yEDMdM1sV9MhZ5pHCYg/s400/Tillamook+Bay.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I never get tired of the changing scenery at the coast.</div>Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748583854573245595.post-17705527293263536692011-02-04T18:33:00.000-08:002011-02-04T18:33:53.578-08:00Step into the Forest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZAWxfI23k6o2CWVArv1O6L2jSwkV_e-kNTD0og-v7IhdiJKaupITssyH8UTf6cAfcsX_W84CVF31E56gx7wUI6TJGiCFpxaQWKpxadwfK07TViBY-_i94U4HQDiBDpHmhAweZ90-mYE/s1600/Step+into+the+Forest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZAWxfI23k6o2CWVArv1O6L2jSwkV_e-kNTD0og-v7IhdiJKaupITssyH8UTf6cAfcsX_W84CVF31E56gx7wUI6TJGiCFpxaQWKpxadwfK07TViBY-_i94U4HQDiBDpHmhAweZ90-mYE/s400/Step+into+the+Forest.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A unique entrance into the forest. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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The image above was taken a few weeks ago from the hospital room where our new granddaughter was born. The house on the slope is facing the sun as a new day dawns. As we face the coming new year I wish you the peace and joy that our good and loving Lord brings.Mike Simmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07167963162800194532noreply@blogger.com9