Showing posts with label Mr. Dave. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mr. Dave. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

mr. dave

Dear Friends, things have been crazy-busy lately! I miss our regular visits.

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Mr. Dave has done some clever things with his photography. First, he takes pictures of animals at the zoo or on a nature hike. Then, he prints them with Scripture or an encouraging saying. Then he sells them at a very reasonable price. If you buy these prints at a craft show, you'll get it framed, too. He doesn't get bogged down in high tech stuff or fancy equipment. We frequently tell each other stories about a recently captured image.

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He lives in the area. Last week, I had the chance to snap his portrait, and he gave me permission to show one of his pics. Friends, he is a man of excellent moral fiber and a likeable, genuine simplicity. (I tend to be more... complex. By that I mean that I am a meddler, and I am drawn to exploring the details. If I think something is broken, I can't resist the urge to try to fix it. It's terribly annoying; I know.) He is a Christian with a quiet spirit who models an approachable meekness. It is good to know people like that.

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Sad news came in today, Folks. Mr. Dave's dog died. I imagine this is a difficult pill to swallow. Please remember Dave in your prayers.

Friday, December 09, 2011

decked halls

Have a gander at that beautiful thing in the frame. Oh look--there is a photo of mine inside there, too! ;-)

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Wow, some folks asked me to submit some of my winter scenes to deck their halls for a Christmas party. What an honor! I gave them a baker's dozen. They'll give them away after the party like door prizes.

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There is one other contributor to this photography idea. It is none other than our pal, Mr. Dave. I hope to come away from that party with one of his prints. He has a knack for nice animal photographs. I'm outta here, Folks - gotta go warm up my voice... Mrs. Craver and I are joining friends to go caroling tonight! Brrr... it's 20 degrees out there. It feels like 10. Forget the voice... I'm going to pack some layers on and warm up my head, hands and feet!