Praying with turtles

So much bad is happening in the news, and I needed a few hours in prayer. My church is nature, and so I headed to the river, where I stopped mid-bridge while Traveling at the Speed of Bike on a path often flooded lately (but not today) to watch a bunch of turtles sunning on…

Yet again

From the six-lane highway that crosses the surging Chattahoochee River to the flooded banks where the swamp lily will soon bloom and the mother geese’s guttural, primordial cries keep me far away from their fuzzy little offspring, my camera dangling uselessly off my shoulder, you’ll find me stopping to look closely at  life. From the heads-down…

The finger

I rode to the Hand of God Tree* today, and all that’s left now is this, as if God’s giving us the finger. And maybe, after everything lately, He is. Maybe we’ve blown it, and He’s done with us. Or maybe it’s the pointer, held up as the number one. One more chance? One person…

Simple and miraculous

It’s really just as simple and miraculous as this*, folks, when you’re Traveling at the Speed of Bike. * watch the whole five seconds