So - here's a conglomeration of pictures mostly from yesterday, some from a few days ago. I didn't do my challenge, per se, but I did learn a lot about manual settings on my camera. I say it counts.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Nov. 8-11
Confession: I missed a couple days of my daily photo challenge. I didn't take any pictures on the 8th or 9th. Yesterday, the 10th, I took a bunch on a day downtown with my parents. And then today I was tired and had a headache and didn't do anything again.
So - here's a conglomeration of pictures mostly from yesterday, some from a few days ago. I didn't do my challenge, per se, but I did learn a lot about manual settings on my camera. I say it counts.
So - here's a conglomeration of pictures mostly from yesterday, some from a few days ago. I didn't do my challenge, per se, but I did learn a lot about manual settings on my camera. I say it counts.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
November 5 - 7
More pictures! Hooray!
Here we have (1) out for breakfast at Wild Mountain Cafe, (2) the puzzle that kept me company during the election mayhem, and (3) worship rehearsal at Harbor Church. These were all sort of tests of various lighting, etc. I think I'm getting the hang of this manual focus thing!
Here we have (1) out for breakfast at Wild Mountain Cafe, (2) the puzzle that kept me company during the election mayhem, and (3) worship rehearsal at Harbor Church. These were all sort of tests of various lighting, etc. I think I'm getting the hang of this manual focus thing!
Sunday, November 4, 2012
November 4
I finally got out the advanced manual for my camera, and learned how to use the manual mode. So, I was playing around with different shutter speeds and apertures and depths of field and all these others words I'm trying to keep straight. On my old camera, I could get by without knowing actual terms for things - I could just mess with settings until the picture looked how I wanted it to. Now...there's a little more work.
Anyway - here's my best shot of the night. This is a sari from Malaysia, that we currently use to cover a table in the bedroom.
Anyway - here's my best shot of the night. This is a sari from Malaysia, that we currently use to cover a table in the bedroom.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Nov. 3
Today was the Fall Festival! Here's a shot I got of a lot of fun being had in the bouncy house. That thing was a huge hit!
To be honest...I'm not sure what I did to get this picture. But - I love it! I'm still learning, right?
Nov. 2
This one was taken in preparation for our Fall Festival at Harbor Church. I helped put together some goodie bags for the kiddos to take home, and got to have some fun with fall-themed stickers. This little guy was one of my favorites.
Also - it gave me a chance to play with my macro setting. I can't figure out how to manually choose where the focus goes yet...but my camera did a pretty good job of figuring it out on its own.
time to learn (Nov. 1)
I got a new camera for my birthday this year, and I've been looking for excuses to actually learn the ins and outs of this new toy. So - each day for the next little while (I haven't decided how long) I'll take at least one picture, probably playing with some feature of my camera.
So - you're invited to follow along!
Here's Nov. 1:
I hereby promise that not every photo will be of my dog. But...I didn't take my camera with me anywhere this day, and he was being funny - so I went with it.
This was on "Creative Auto" - which allows me to select things like blurry backgrounds and the like, while adjusting the focus automatically. So far, I'm a fan. :)
So - you're invited to follow along!
Here's Nov. 1:
I hereby promise that not every photo will be of my dog. But...I didn't take my camera with me anywhere this day, and he was being funny - so I went with it.
This was on "Creative Auto" - which allows me to select things like blurry backgrounds and the like, while adjusting the focus automatically. So far, I'm a fan. :)
Thursday, June 2, 2011
redheads
Here's something I learned about myself yesterday:
"How can you tell if someone's a natural redhead? Operate on 'em! On average, redheads require 20 percent more general anesthesia than non-gingers before going under the knife. Researchers believe that the same recessive gene that causes red hair and fairer skin also affects the brain's pain receptors, making numbing agents such as Novocaine less effective. And because fillings and root canals also involve anesthesia, redheads are twice as likely as others to avoid dental care. For them, a visit to the dentist really is more painful."
from Mental Floss, May-June 2011, p. 14.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Worship that Forms Disciples
I was recently asked to write something for the Brehm Center website at Fuller Seminary, and this is what I submitted. So, here are some of my thoughts on worship:
“O God, grant that what we sing with our lips we may know with our hearts
And what we know with our hearts, we may show forth in our lives.
Amen.”
This prayer decorates the front of my binder of worship music, collected from my leading and singing at a variety of places. I think it’s a fitting place, for all the songs in that binder have served and likely will serve again as words of worship for the body of Christ, and these words are important.
Worship forms and transforms the worshipper. The songs that we sing, the scriptures we read, and the rituals we enact in our worship inform us, teach us, solidify us in our beliefs. The things we do and say in worship find a way into our hearts and, ultimately, begin to shape how we see God, how we see ourselves as children of God, and how we see our relationship to the church and the world.
So, the question is this: to what is our worship forming us? Time and time again, Scripture calls us to a kind of worship that forms us not only in our knowledge of God but our lives as disciples of God. Jesus himself summarized the life of the disciple, saying “The first [commandment] is, ‘Hear, O Israel: the Lord our God, the Lord is one; you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ The second is this, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” (Mark 12:29-31) We are called to know God and to love God with all that we are, but it does not stop there - we are called to show this love for God in the way we love those around us.
In other words, true, God-glorifying worship forms us, not only as a people who know and love the Lord but who live a life of love for those around us. Worship forms us not simply as believers, but as faithful disciples to the One who is worthy of praise, so that:
“...what we sing with our lips we may know with our hearts
And what we know with our hearts, we may show forth in our lives.
Amen.”
I owe much of this thought to the works of John Witvliet (Director of the Calvin Institute of Christian Worship), Paul Ryan (Associate Chaplain for Worship at Calvin College), and the book The Dangerous Act of Worship by Mark Labberton.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Holy Saturday
Holy Saturday, traditionally, marks the day that Jesus remained in the tomb.
Holy Saturday also, however, marks the day that Jeremy and I first told each other we loved each other. Those of you who know our story know it was a little dramatic, but it made that Easter very very happy. :)
Also, Tuesday is our three-year wedding anniversary.
All of this makes me very happy...on Holy Saturday.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
rediscovered
I just ran across this song I used to love - way back in high school, believe it or not.
And, unlike many things from high school, I still love it today. :)
First, a little backstory. It's composed by Edwin McCain (yes, the same Edwin McCain of "I'll Be" fame), using words of a World War 2 poem he found in a nurse's desk. Here's a little more of the backstory, from the Oakland Tribune (Sunday, December 17, 1961):
"It was the summer of 1942, and things were not going well for us in the war," said Elma Dean in her quiet voice, "and so many of our sons, some of my friend's sons, were being killed. I was going around with tears in my eyes."
Her tears for the heartbreak of other mothers were crystalized in a poem, "Letter to St. Peter, " and the tiny Oakland housewife suddenly became known around the world. Her sonnet of lament for boys so young to die, and hope that something would make up for what they missed down here, brought her letters from mothers throughout the nation, was inscribed on the wall of an American cemetery in England, was read by a United States senator at another cemetery in Europe, and found its way even into the National Geographic and the Congresssional Record.
"It was a maybe a little sentimental," said the author "and it isn't the best poem I've done, but it was what the public liked the best. I've been in many anthologies--not the vanity kind--but I am happiest about being in Louis Untermeyer's 'Mid-Century Edition of Modern American and British Poetry"-- and it was another poem, one from the New Yorker."
In the process or becoming a poet, winning awards and getting into anthologies, Elma also enjoyed being a wife and mother--and now grandmother. [About her husband's reaction to her poetry,] "I'm afraid he's an admirer of mine," said Elma with a gentle, hazel-eyed smile. "When I showed the St. Peter poem to him, as I always do when I think I've done something any good, he said, "this will make the readers Digest." by Kay Wahl.
Her tears for the heartbreak of other mothers were crystalized in a poem, "Letter to St. Peter, " and the tiny Oakland housewife suddenly became known around the world. Her sonnet of lament for boys so young to die, and hope that something would make up for what they missed down here, brought her letters from mothers throughout the nation, was inscribed on the wall of an American cemetery in England, was read by a United States senator at another cemetery in Europe, and found its way even into the National Geographic and the Congresssional Record.
"It was a maybe a little sentimental," said the author "and it isn't the best poem I've done, but it was what the public liked the best. I've been in many anthologies--not the vanity kind--but I am happiest about being in Louis Untermeyer's 'Mid-Century Edition of Modern American and British Poetry"-- and it was another poem, one from the New Yorker."
In the process or becoming a poet, winning awards and getting into anthologies, Elma also enjoyed being a wife and mother--and now grandmother. [About her husband's reaction to her poetry,] "I'm afraid he's an admirer of mine," said Elma with a gentle, hazel-eyed smile. "When I showed the St. Peter poem to him, as I always do when I think I've done something any good, he said, "this will make the readers Digest." by Kay Wahl.
So, without further ado, enjoy a little Edwin - start the video around 46 seconds if you want to skip his intro... (lyrics posted after the song):
Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
You know God knows how young they were
To have to die
Give them things they like
Let them make some noise
Give dance hall bands not golden harps
To these our boys
Let them love Peter
For they've had no time
They should have bird songs and trees
And hills to climb
The taste of summer
And a ripened pear
And girls as sweet as meadow wind
And flowing hair
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
You know God knows how young they were
To have to die
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
You know God knows how young they were
To have to die
Give them things they like
Let them make some noise
Give dance hall bands not golden harps
To these our boys
Let them love Peter
For they've had no time
They should have bird songs and trees
And hills to climb
The taste of summer
And a ripened pear
And girls as sweet as meadow wind
And flowing hair
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
You know God knows how young they were
To have to die
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Welcome Back
Sometimes I wish I could resurrect this thing. And then I it hit me: I can! So - here's a shout out to Hehoff. This one's for you.
This was my day today:
5:30-7:45 am - study for Hebrew quiz
8:00-8:10 - Hebrew quiz
8:10-9:50 - Hebrew class
10:00-12:00 - staff meeting
12:00-1:00 - lunch with Jeremy
1:00-4:00 - work
4:00-5:00 - errands
5:10-6:20 - choir rehearsal
6:30-7:00 - pick up the mess left from a busy night of studying and paper-writing last night
7:00-8:00 - dinner and clean-up
My day tomorrow:
1:00 pm - meeting
Tomorrow is a glorious day.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Ginormous Update Part 1
Oh blog, I have neglected you. I have a ton of pictures to update, but I must admit...there was a lot of cheating. Lots and lots of cheating.
I've had a very busy summer, and, as a result, pictures sorta fell along the wayside. However, I had a few great trips this summer, so I'll fill in the (rather large) holes with those. But, rest assured, I intend to get back on the 365 train. Today.
Also, I'm not sure how much patience I have to do this, so I'll do this in more than one part. Here's part 1:
July 31: snuggle time
August 1: There was WATER in here! Usually, this "river" around the Rose Bowl looks like a concrete slab. I had to document it.
August 4: coffee
August 6: Chillin' in the Catalyst (at Fuller)
August 7: Starbucks, a necessary paper-writing tool.
August 8: antique bottles at the Rose Bowl Flea Market
August 9: My new office.
August 12: Me in my new office.
August 13: Awesome doors in Old Sacramento, California
August 14: More Old Sacramento
August 14a: We're married. It's okay.
August 14b: Apparently we did a lot of kissing in Old Sacramento.
August 15: Ian's baptism day
August 15a: More of Ian's baptism
August 16: Driving in LA. Always.
August 20: Palm trees when the sun started setting, so the light was cool.
August 21: Knott's Berry Farm!
August 22: Yes, the sky turned purple.
August 23: Jeremy and me at the Dave Matthews Band concert at the Hollywood Bowl
August 24: at Fuller
August 25: Scrabble, our new favorite pastime
Some holes were filled in with multiple pictures from one day; the other holes will be filled in with a ridiculous amount of pictures from my trip. But, that's all I have patience for right now!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Baby Ian
This installment of pictures features, among other things, my new nephew, Ian. I missed a few days, so instead of faking it and taking make-up pictures, I'll just throw in some extra pictures of the new baby. Because he's just that cute.
July 10: I fell when I was running. This was my battle wound.
July 11: I've grown out of my hatred of all things nuts. I now love cashews. It's just all the other ones I don't like...
July 15: beautiful, beautiful sunset...
July 16: rocks in our apartment complex
July 17: morning dew...or, water from the sprinklers
July 18: California road trip!
July 19a: Meet Ian! And my sister, Ian's mommy.
July 19b: tiny foot
July 20: cute sleepy time
July 21: please note the red hair. Too cute.
July 10: I fell when I was running. This was my battle wound.
July 11: I've grown out of my hatred of all things nuts. I now love cashews. It's just all the other ones I don't like...
July 15: beautiful, beautiful sunset...
July 16: rocks in our apartment complex
July 17: morning dew...or, water from the sprinklers
July 18: California road trip!
July 19a: Meet Ian! And my sister, Ian's mommy.
July 19b: tiny foot
July 20: cute sleepy time
July 21: please note the red hair. Too cute.
Friday, July 9, 2010
back in the game
Well, neglected blog. You need some pictures. The last picture I posted was from our last day at Disneyland (sigh). Since then, I've been walking around the neighborhood, posing with my husband, capturing my sleepy dog, spending a week at a camp with some junior highers in our youth group, and getting horribly, horribly sick. So - here's what my camera saw (along with a little bit of cheating).
June 16: A walk to the pharmacy turned into a photo shoot. Why not?
June 17: Vine overload!
June 18: A smaller vine. I like this one better.
June 19: Pasadena Chalk Festival. People drew chalk art all over the sidewalks in one of the main shopping/entertainment centers of Pasadena. Pretty cool stuff.
June 20: I wish I knew what this tree is called...
June 21: I didn't take this, but it was on my camera. And I really like it. Except my arm looks huge. Oh well.
June 22: sunshine through petals
June 23: Charlie, chilling as usual. This was also the day I took the video of Charlie's life, which you can find in my previous post. If you've ever wondered what it is a basset hound does all day, your answer is in that video.
June 24: baby grapes!
June 25: One of my favorite things ever - cherries. And Jeremy doesn't like them, which means I get the whole bag to myself!
June 26: In case you doubted, Charlie really does lay around a lot.
June 27: Welcome to Camp Dunamis. I spent a week in the mountains as a cabin counselor and worship team member for this camp for junior highers. I went with some kids from our youth group. The camp focused on racial reconciliation and cultural awareness. In my cabin, I had girls from the inner city, from the suburbs, from a Zuni reservation in New Mexico - you name it. It was an interesting week, to say the least - and difficult to hear some of the very very painful things some of the campers had gone through already in their 12 years of life...
June 28: Chalk art outside our cabin at camp. "I am..." was the theme of the camp - knowing who we are in Jesus Christ.
June 29: Still camp. This was the fabled ice cream shop that no one had ever seen open. But there are all the supplies in there, just tantalizing you...
June 30: trees in the mountains
July 1: More trees in the mountains. This was my favorite part of my week at camp - getting to steal away alone for awhile and explore the mountains. I absolutely love being in the mountains.
July 2: Last day at camp. This was my favorite spot in the camp itself - a random set of swings surrounded by trees and huge boulders. I came here a lot during my free moments alone.
July 3-8: Here's my cheating. As soon as I got home from camp, I came down with the stomach flu, in all its glory. So, I didn't take many pictures. And by "many" I mean "none." So, I took this lovely gem as a symbol of my week with the flu, because all I could eat for days was saltine crackers. (Oddly enough, I really like the way this one turned out...)
July 9: We bought a watermelon. I'm starting to wonder if that was a great idea...better get eating!
The end.
June 16: A walk to the pharmacy turned into a photo shoot. Why not?
June 17: Vine overload!
June 18: A smaller vine. I like this one better.
June 19: Pasadena Chalk Festival. People drew chalk art all over the sidewalks in one of the main shopping/entertainment centers of Pasadena. Pretty cool stuff.
June 20: I wish I knew what this tree is called...
June 21: I didn't take this, but it was on my camera. And I really like it. Except my arm looks huge. Oh well.
June 22: sunshine through petals
June 23: Charlie, chilling as usual. This was also the day I took the video of Charlie's life, which you can find in my previous post. If you've ever wondered what it is a basset hound does all day, your answer is in that video.
June 24: baby grapes!
June 25: One of my favorite things ever - cherries. And Jeremy doesn't like them, which means I get the whole bag to myself!
June 26: In case you doubted, Charlie really does lay around a lot.
June 27: Welcome to Camp Dunamis. I spent a week in the mountains as a cabin counselor and worship team member for this camp for junior highers. I went with some kids from our youth group. The camp focused on racial reconciliation and cultural awareness. In my cabin, I had girls from the inner city, from the suburbs, from a Zuni reservation in New Mexico - you name it. It was an interesting week, to say the least - and difficult to hear some of the very very painful things some of the campers had gone through already in their 12 years of life...
June 28: Chalk art outside our cabin at camp. "I am..." was the theme of the camp - knowing who we are in Jesus Christ.
June 29: Still camp. This was the fabled ice cream shop that no one had ever seen open. But there are all the supplies in there, just tantalizing you...
June 30: trees in the mountains
July 1: More trees in the mountains. This was my favorite part of my week at camp - getting to steal away alone for awhile and explore the mountains. I absolutely love being in the mountains.
July 2: Last day at camp. This was my favorite spot in the camp itself - a random set of swings surrounded by trees and huge boulders. I came here a lot during my free moments alone.
July 3-8: Here's my cheating. As soon as I got home from camp, I came down with the stomach flu, in all its glory. So, I didn't take many pictures. And by "many" I mean "none." So, I took this lovely gem as a symbol of my week with the flu, because all I could eat for days was saltine crackers. (Oddly enough, I really like the way this one turned out...)
July 9: We bought a watermelon. I'm starting to wonder if that was a great idea...better get eating!
The end.
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