Sonoran Desert, Arizona
While in the deep winter of the north, the desert blooms. A wild and free spirit strains to roam.
I made my way and it's as much of a thrill today as it was in a dream.
I made my way and it's as much of a thrill today as it was in a dream.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
I traveled throughout the West these past few months, solitarily weaving through the lands and the people with a watchful eye. It was once a great mystery - an unexplored land which ignited hope in the heart of wearied men and women. For all its intimidating magnitude and unbridled natural forces, fear could not hold the flood of humanity. Expectation grew from a flicker to an inferno and everything familiar was traded for a dream.
"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen" Hebrews 11: 1.
We can see now what has become of that great American hope... and this photo speaks it to me in volumes. Where our forefathers once pulled at all cost to be free, we now shackle ourselves in exchange for trinkets. Where we once donned the grime of endurance, we now hide from every discomfort and clothe ourselves with mock finery.
Our churches are empty and the galleries are full. Dreams are laughable.
Santa Fe, New Mexico illustrates this to perfection. Somewhere on those city streets where shopkeepers promise to make you beautiful and holy - I realized that time had twisted us and fear is what we now believe in.
Faith has become a thing to put behind the glass and look upon with want...
"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen" Hebrews 11: 1.
We can see now what has become of that great American hope... and this photo speaks it to me in volumes. Where our forefathers once pulled at all cost to be free, we now shackle ourselves in exchange for trinkets. Where we once donned the grime of endurance, we now hide from every discomfort and clothe ourselves with mock finery.
Our churches are empty and the galleries are full. Dreams are laughable.
Santa Fe, New Mexico illustrates this to perfection. Somewhere on those city streets where shopkeepers promise to make you beautiful and holy - I realized that time had twisted us and fear is what we now believe in.
Faith has become a thing to put behind the glass and look upon with want...
