It's been difficult to know what to say recently. In person, and otherwise.

God is so kind - I get my breath taken away just by looking at nature and miraculous ways that carbon and chemicals swill together. There is really so much beauty in this terrible world. I want to see life, and good days, but only with my King; for that is only where it can be found truly.

The ferociousness of God is magnificent. I always postulate if I'll get to see his return while I'm in this tent, and how epic that would be. The trumpet, the loud voice, the fiery eyes, being caught up, war.

I haven't really had much to say most of the time, because I'm always thinking about these things, and looking at pictures. And I suppose that losing one's poignancy for articulation comes with the territory of long days and tired nights in front of a computer working.

Panorama shots of the ocean are so vast and sad, but incredibly beautiful. There's so much water, so much space underneath.