Winter Days

Made an unexpected trip to Wellpinit this morning when a relative called to request my help moving. She's leaving the United States to accept a teaching post in Alberta, Canada. More on that later. It was a beautiful, bright winter day; excellent for taking pictures.

Lazy Days

Lazy days of Christmas break, and yet no time to blog...hmmm... What shall I do? Nothing to say at present, except that I'm looking forward to the new year.

This photograph is from the Spokane Reservation, showing the snow covered fields, reflecting moonlight.

The Nativity

My mother took my entire family to see the new Nativity movie. We enjoyed the film. I thought the depiction of the wise men was a little silly, but the actual birth of Jesus brought tears to my eyes; it is the story of the ages after all. For me, I just thought of the human side of both Joseph and Mary, and how they must have doubted and feared. And yet, in the end, so many people arrived to bear witness of the divine king. It was beautiful.

Monkeys for Christmas

Who would have thought monkeys would give my daughter her greatest delight Christmas morning? She received several monkey dolls and a Curious George movie. She was thrilled. My other children were equally happy with their gifts this year; Dakota received a Game Boy and McKenna received a remote control car. As their father, I received the blessing of knowing they were happy with their presents one more year.

Christmas Angels

Whitney and Shanoah as angels...

This evening, my extended family shared Christmas dinner and a small gift exchange with my wife and children. Everyone loved the turkey I cooked. Afterwards, the children wrote their own Christmas play based on the Nativity story. McKenna played the part of Mary, Dakota played Joseph, Kaleb played all three Wise Men, and Whitney and Shanoah played angels. They even quoted scripture with absolute innocence and perfection. It was beautiful.

Passing the Torch

Every year Glenda makes Christmas dinner, but I figured I'm getting old enough to to learn how to make a formal turkey dinner (at the tender age of 35). She coached me through the entire process, including the stuffing, candied yams, gravy, and more. It was delicious and just perfect! I never knew I could cook so well. I was so proud of that turkey, I had to include it on my blog. Everyone laughed at me when I pulled out my camera and tripod, but I don't care. This is an important moment in my life. ;)

Now Glenda says she'll never cook Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner again. She passed the torch to the next generation, and it will fall on me to prepare holiday meals in the future.

Dinner With Paul

The Merchant Family Christmas dinner was greatly reduced this year, but still very pleasant. After Steve's passing, his wife and kids decided to escape Christmas altogether and take an extended road trip. We had a much smaller dinner than usual with Paul and his family.

During our visit, McKenna decided she wanted me to take pictures with her. She chose the backgrounds and poses. It was kind of funny, actually. She was so adamant. This one was the best.

Winter Night

The ancient songs move under a darkened winter sky, heavy with grief mingled with destiny; for the tears of previous generations bring the promise of new lives growing up from the frozen earth. And when the spring comes again and showers the land with warmth, the shadow of our pain will water the green grass and make flowers bloom upon the fields of the heart.

Solstice on the Hill

Walking down the hill...

A group of friends observed the Winter Solstice on Edward's hill with prayer, songs, and fellowship. Afterwards, we enjoyed a hot bowl of soup and singing Christmas carols, accompanied by guitar. What a wonderful evening!

Good King Wenceslas

A member of Rhonda's ward asked me to sing a part in "Good King Wenceslas" at the ladies Relief Society Christmas devotional. I can't tell you the last time I sang in an LDS ward, but I agreed to participate in exchange for the good press in the community. :)

I always associated King Wenceslas with Christmas, but I never knew the story. Actually, the Feast of Stephen mentioned in the song falls the day after Christmas on December 26, and "King" Wenceslas was actually a duke in one of the ancient kingdoms of Middle Europe. He was known for his kindness to the poor and for promoting Christianity to the people of that region. I understand he died as a martyr for the faith before the age of 30.

The ladies did a marvelous job describing the origins of many well-known and beloved Christmas hymns. Many songs came as a result of direct inspiration, and several even appeared in dreams. It reminded me of something I once heard my father say when I was still a youth. He said all songs come from dreams, even the ones we hear on the radio or in church. The songs have a spirit, even if we don't know it. He mainly referred to Native American songs, but he included all songs in his belief.

Whatever the case, the Spirit of Christmas certainly lives in the music.

The Princess

People hear me say my daughter reminds me of a princess, but I rarely discuss my reasons for saying so. McKenna certainly demonstrates a sense of royal entitlement, and often expresses admiration for the reigning families of the world, both past and present. Whenever she plays make-believe, she usually commands the others with a calm regal directive, fully expecting her subjects will follow and obey. When I arrived home from work this afternoon, I found her playing in the front yard with her sister. She wore a green princess dress, which originally belonged to Whitney, I might add. Of course, I can't help smile. She is such an adorable princess after all.

Evidence of the Storm

Several days ago, a windstorm knocked out power to more than 1.5 million people throughout Washington and Oregon. Apparently, several people even died as a result of flooding and falling objects. On the other hand, Spokane saw very little by way of physical damage, but the wind did uproot this tree across the street from my workplace on North Market Street.

Let the Children Sing

A teacher at Dakota's school heard him singing and invited him to record backup music for a CD he's making. He went to a studio with several other classmates and recorded "Let the Children Sing." I'm very proud of his accomplishment and his talent for music.

Mahatma Gandhi

Rhonda rented the movie Gandhi, released in 1982. I vaguely remember seeing clips of the film in high school, but I was not prepared for the deeply emotional response I would have as we watched tonight. Especially toward the end, when he fasted for the end of violence between Hindus and Muslims, his devotion to forgiveness and non-violence moved me to tears. I'm not sure I could ever possess such greatness of character as he demonstrated throughout his life.

In the film, Gandhi said to man who killed a Muslim child in retaliation for the death of his own son by Muslims, "I know a way out of hell. Find a child, a child whose mother and father have been killed, a little boy about this high, and raise him as your own. Only be sure that he is a Muslim and that you raise him as one." Who knows if Gandhi ever truly uttered those words? Nevertheless, such deep forgiveness truly is divine.

An internet search gives the source for this quote as a Reader's Digest article from February 1992, though I have not yet confirmed it.

New Camera Arrived

The new camera arrived; same model as before: the Kodak EasyShare z760. Whitney is posing here for my debut blog with my restored photographic abilities. Awesome.

My Life

I've been slacking in the blog department, mostly because I've not had a camera, and honestly, a blog without pictures is pretty boring. But just in case people were wondering, this is a detailed play by play of my life over the last few days:

1. My hours will be cut back next quarter at work. Damn.
2. I substituted for a life-skills class on the AEC. Fun.
3. My family got to see Derrick.
4. We sweat on Friday.
5. Thrya served some great soup afterwards.
6. Had dinner with Glenda's Ukrainian co-workers.
7. John and Michaeline invited us dancing for their anniversary. Funny.
8. Hip hop isn't my favorite.
9. Practiced singing "Good King Wencenslas" at church.

Disappointment

A while back, I applied for a full-time job with the college, and even interviewed for the position. Well, I received a call today saying someone else got the job. I'm feeling the sting of disappointment, but I'm still hopeful something better will come along.

New Camera Ordered

I can't stand it any longer; I had to order a new camera. Last year I waited until Christmas, but this year I turned to eBay, and won the bidding with a moderate discount. This will be my only Christmas present gift this year, but I don't care. Life is bland without the ability to take pictures. Now that's the sign of a true addict, isn't it?

Christmas Pageant

Our neighbors invited us to watch the Best Christmas Pageant Ever at the Whitworth Community Presbyterian Church. Most of their family members had a role in the play. When I was a kid, this particular show was one of my favorite Christmas productions. Sorry, still no pictures.

His Lordship the Governor of Virginia

Dakota's school did a re-enactment of Colonial America, with each student acting a specific part from that time period. Dakota played the part of Governor Francis Fauquerer of colonial Virginia, and of course, he gave his speech with the best British accent out of everyone. He is such an aristocrat by nature, and a master actor.

I borrowed the camera from the neighbors, which I think you can tell by the quality of the pixels. Oh, I miss my camera.

Belief Creates Experience

I've heard it said the world reflects our inner experience. In other words, what we believe about the world actually creates our experience. People who see only darkness find plenty of things to confirm their perception. On the other hand, people who see goodness also find experiences to support their view of reality.

This concept re-appeared in my life this morning.

Driving south on Monroe Street, the angle of the sun made the wet pavement look like a shining silver ribbon. The beauty of it caught me off guard. I had been somewhat preoccupied with rather mundane concerns up to that moment, but I suddenly found myself vaulted into an experience of transformation and awe. For one brief instant, the world was filled with spirit and love.

That experience made me reflect on what I see when I look at the world. What kind of life do I live? Is my life as happy and fulfilled as I would like? If not, what do I need to change about my BELIEFS such that I have a different experience?

Hostage Crisis

Empire Glass on Newport Highway provided glass to replace a window pane at our house. As I drove up to their place of business, I saw dozens of police officers and a gaggle of news vehicles next door, with transmission towers looming over the parking lot at the Ramada Inn. As it turns out, some guy is holding his girlfriend hostage in one of the rooms. It's a crazy turn of events right here in my own neighborhood, and here I am with no camera. Sadly, I know little more than that.

Read more about it here: KXLY.

Stolen Camera

Sadly, my camera was stolen earlier this evening. I only want to say my previous camera was broken last year about this time, so I'm wondering if I have some kind of camera curse. What's up with that anyway? I'm feeling kind of lost and pathetic without it.

Well, I'm taking up a collection to buy a new one. Anyone interested in supporting me in this?

Hallelujah Chorus

The choir singing the Hallelujah Chorus.

For the third year in a row, Matthew Cudney invited me to the Messiah Sing-Along at First Presbyterian Church in downtown Spokane. This year his mother and sister flew in from California to join us. We had a very enjoyable time.

Oh, Christmas Tree...

My sister and I took the kids for a drive in the woods to cut down our own Christmas trees. The ones we find in nature never look quite as pretty or full, but when it comes to saving $50 or more, I think it's well worth the trouble. Actually, we had a great time trekking through the snow to find the "perfect" one. For one brief moment, the sun broke through the clouds and created this amazing view. Some moments really are perfect.

We stopped for a few minutes at my uncle Pat's house and Tony drove up on his snowmobile. He offered to let me drive, so I spent the next hour or so giving the kids a turn to ride. I'm usually quite reserved when it comes to danger and speed, but by the end, I found myself going quite fast. The kids loved it, so I'm sure we'll go again.

Wedding Reception

Mr. and Mrs. Jordyn Archer.

My wife and I were invited to sing for our friend's wedding, but as it turns out, they decided to get married before and not tell anyone. They solemnized their union at the Hitching Post in Coeur d'Alene, with only the Justice of the Peace and each other as witnesses. No matter; we ended up singing for the reception instead. That was fun. It was especially fun to MAKE fun of Jordyn. In this picture, he refused to smile for me, so this is what he gets. (Jordyn, you were warned).

Jordyn's mother held the reception in her home, and I must say the place was beautiful. I don't care what anyone says, marriage is a sacred event no matter where it happens.

Under the Moon

Downtown Spokane almost looks deserted under the twilight moon with hardly any lights in the buildings, and one lonely tree seeming to stand taller than the city. Actually, to get this view, I had to hike down a steep hillside near Peaceful Valley. With all the snow and ice and my tread-less shoes, I almost slid downhill into the river below. Seriously. I had to grab hold of whatever vegetation I could find to stop myself from falling over the edge. That would have been fun, or not. Despite the obvious danger, I think this picture was worth it.

Snow Covering

I woke up and saw the land covered with snow... oh wait, that was a few days ago. I've been slacking and haven't posted since we came home from Seattle. This is a photograph of the blue spruce in our front yard from our first major snow the other day. Isn't it beautiful?