No people

To the complaint, "There are no people in these photographs," I respond, "There are always two people: the photographer and the viewer."

 

Ansel Adams (1902-1984)

blossom

Had fun playing in the sunshine this morning with my new camera lens - need more practice....

Pancake Race

To mark Shrove Tuesday it was decided by Forest YMCA to hold a pancake race. This was held in the grounds of Walthamstow town hall, running round the fountain, and funds raised went to the Mayor's charity. The winning team were catering students from Waltham Forest College and close runners up were Kenford builders currently working at Forest YMCA. It was a beautiful sunny day and everyone had great fun.

 

 

The Transfiguration

Tomorrow the Lectionary Gospel reading is Matthew 17.1-9; the transfiguration. The West window at St Michael's is a beautiful depiction of this. Usually when I preach about the transfiguration I encourage the congregation to turn round and look at the window; it makes a wonderful visual aid. Each time I have done this I have been surprised by the number of people who tell me they haven't really noticed it before.

 

No matter what time of day you go into church this window always seems to shine out. Even on a fairly dull day the window seems to pick up the best of the light. In the summer particularly you often get the light playing through the window creating patterns on the floor and pillars and at times we have a stained gass ceiling!

Things we remember

I always look for the daffodils to be in bloom towards the end of February. When Graeme was born we had come home from hospital and the next day there was a ring on the doorbell. Standing on the doorstep was a near neighbour with a bunch of daffodils in his hand. He explained he'd been at the kitchen sink and was looking out the window and saw all the daffodils in his garden and thought "Morag might like some." He'd gone out and picked some and come straight round to ours - the sap was dripping out the bottom...

 

 I had been given and sent loads of flowers to mark Graeme's arrival - from my work, Richard's work, various family and friends and all were much appreciated but the ones I think of every year and still remember clearly 21 years on are the daffodils that were brought round to me freshly picked. It just shows that it really can be true that it is often the thought that is more important than the cost.

 

The daffodils are much later this year, we don't have any fully out yet so instead of a photo of a daffodil I've posted a photo of a daffodil from one of the stained glass windows in the Lady Chapel in church.