Ethereal light

Today has been odd weather. We often get reasonably heavy sea mist - Oh doesn't it sound so much nicer to call it sea mist rather than fog! The sea mist usually appears in the early hours, burns off or blows away and return in the evening. I remember on day when Nigel's brother was over from America we had booked for our favourite beachfront restuarant. We left home in brilliant sunshine looking forward to the beautiful views to accompany our dinner. Less than half a mile from the restaurant we saw what we thought was smoke ahead. It wasn't of course. It was really really thick mist and it shrouded everything. Sitting in the prime window seats we couldn't even see the sea just a few yards away from us. Well today it didn't burn off at all, but it was so beautiful when I was leaving for work today.

I couldn't resist taking this with my camera (did I mention that I love my I Phone!!!!) out of the window.

 
The photo doesn't do it justice actually. It was beautiful

It's Friday again already so let's celebrate with an animal page; another using the new Safari collection by Dawn Inskip from her Scrapbookgraphics store.

 

 

Today I am thankful for

• the natural beauty all around us

My one minute devotion today is

My eyes were locked on my computer screen, watching a stock that I was preparing to sell for a client. The stock’s three-letter symbol was green, indicating that it was up for the day. Three clicks on the keyboard and the stock was sold. Amazing, I said to myself. Technology is truly amazing.

Thirteen years ago, when I started out as an investment adviser, we didn’t rely on e-mail, much less the Internet. When I bought or sold a stock for a client, I had to write out a ticket, walk across the office to stamp it, and hand it to our trader, who entered it in a box that was the size of a microwave. Now, with my laptop, I could access billions of pieces of information and send e-mails to anyone in the world with just a click of a button.

As I sat at my desk, pondering the mysteries of the Internet, my eyes fell on a note I’d made for myself: Pray for Harrison at 1:00 P.M. I’d promised my six-year-old son that I’d pray for him while he was taking his spelling test.

I closed my door and prayed. I hope You can hang close to him and that he’ll feel You near.” I could imagine my words flying straight to God’s ear faster than any e-mail.

Funny thing, technology. As amazing as it is, it doesn’t come close to the speed-of-light communication that’s been available to humankind since time began.