The scene I photographed the other day, just spoke to me about waiting or a sense of expectancy. Nothing appears to be happening; the mist has rolled in, the river is calm, the trawlers have landed their catch.
The time of waiting,
the expectancy of movement.
The time of stopping
and observing; within
and without.
Dreaming dreams,
seeing through mist,
as through a ‘glass darkly
with the promise
of seeing face to face….
the Son of God;
bestower of hope in fear,
and light in darkness.’
The wait is over…..
Musings 