Sweet Wayfaring

I've learnt how to take night shots successfully at last. So here is the office that glistens from my balcony each night -- only one tenant seems to be green-aware. I must confess that even though I am fond of the shifting display from the room with a view I would really prefer to be back in the leafy green of my mountain home. Musing: From Clancy of the Overflow by Banjo Paterson "I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall, And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all. And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street, And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting, Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet. And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous...

The latest excitement outside the window is the arrival of Doulos an old steam ship built in 1914 -- apparently the oldest working ship on the sea today. Today it's a floating Christian bookshop that visits ports all around the world. Doulos is a greek work meaning "Servant" Musing: From The Servant Song by Richard Gillard "Brother let me be your servant. Let me be as Christ to you. Pray that I may have the grace To let you be my servant to. We are pilgrims on a journey We are brothers on the road. We are here to help each other Walk the mile and share the load. I will hold the Christ light for you. In the nighttime of your fear. I will hold my hand out to you, Speak the peace you long to hear. I will weep when you are weeping. When you laugh, I’ll laugh with you. I will share your joy and sorrow ‘Til we’ve seen this journey through. When we sing to God in heaven We will find such harmony Born of all we’ve known together Of Christ’s love and agony.

It's nearly the end of August and I have not made a single post this month. It's time to rectify this with a few new shots from my room with a view. I woke early the other morning to find the Pacific Dawn berthed outside my bedroom window, ready to take another load of tourists for a cruise on the high seas. Musing: Sea Fever by John Masefield. I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's...