It is beautiful in the autumn when the colorful hardwoods are cloaked in mist. And it is a peaceful sight as I walk in the evenings with the sunset glowing behind the treetops.
Something about that ridge, standing on tip-toe, reaching for the clouds, makes me think of one of the songs of David that the people sang going up to Jerusalem for the Feast of Tabernacles: .
I look up to the mountains—
does my help come from there?
My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth
Psalm 121
Psalm 121
4 comments :
amen my friend
That part of Indiana is beautiful Karen...we used to ride up there from Kentucky when we lived in Louisville.
I really like that psalm. Your photos of the leaves are wonderful.
Reassuring words. I loved your description of the sunset above the treetops.
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