

“This blog is rather like a fusion of the Baroque ‘salon’ with its well-tuned harpsichord around which polite society gathered for entertainment and edification and, on the other hand, a Wild West “saloon” with its out-of-tune piano and swinging doors, where everyone has a gun and something to say. Nevertheless, we try to point our discussions back to what it is to be Catholic in this increasingly difficult age, to love God, and how to get to heaven.” - Fr. Z

When I lived in the north, I used to love scenes like the upper photo, because sooner or later, they yield to those in the lower. I do miss the feel and smell of a bright sunny day on fresh snow.
The Day?
… of the Lord, of course!
What a difference, per omnia saecula saeculorum!
You’re beautiful photography of “God’s Grandeur” always makes me happy. Whether it’s a tiny bird at the feeder, an incredible sunset, a shot of the chapel, or dinner (in all its stages!, it is a just another gift that you share with us. Thank you, Father Z !!
Yikes! I cannot believe I used “you’re” in yesterday’s post — I do know it should be “your.” I was in a hurry. To all the language purists out there: mea culpa.