Bow River, Banff National Park, Canada - Sunshine After Rain

 

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Psalm 34:18 NIV

Grasping for the Wind

 

I have seen all the works that 
are done under the sun; and 
indeed, all is vanity and grasping 
for the wind.

What is crooked cannot be 

made straight.
And what is lacking cannot 

be numbered.

I communed with my heart,
saying, "Look, I have attained 

greatness, and have gained
more wisdom than all who were 

before me in Jerusalem.  My heart
has understood great wisdom
and knowledge."

And I set my heart to know
wisdom and to know madness
and folly.  I perceived that this
also is grasping for the wind.

For in much wisdom is
much grief.
And he who increases
knowledge increases
sorrow.

Ecclesiastes 1:16-18

Nothing New Under the Sun

 

That which has been is what will be.
That which is done is what will be done,
And there is nothing new under the sun.

Is there anything of which it may be said,

"See, this is new'?

It has already been in ancient times before us.

There is no remembrance of former things,

that are to come

By those who will come after.

 Ecclesiastes 1:9-11

Savor Each Day

 This is the day which the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.

Psalm 118:24

"When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, 
to think, to enjoy, to love."

~~Marcus Aurelius

Lift up your eyes

 "Do you not say, 'There are still four months and then comes the harvest'?  Behold, I say to you, lift up your eyes and look at the fields, for they are already white for harvest!

And he who reaps receives wages, and gathers fruit for eternal life, that both he who sows and he who reaps may rejoice together."

John 4:35-36

Misty Mountains Cold

 
 


FAR OVER THE MISTY MOUNTAINS COLD


Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men they looked up with faces pale;
The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!


Far over the misty mountains cold is a poem found within the chapter "An Unexpected Party" of The Hobbit.  By J.R.R. Tolkien

Morant's Curve

Morant’s Curve is located on the western end of the Bow Valley Parkway near Lake Louise. It’s a beautiful spot that the railway passes through.

Down Bow River

Down the River

Henry Lawson, 1909

I've done with joys an' misery,

       An' why should I repine?
There's no one knows the past but me
       An' that ol' dog o' mine.
We camp an' walk an' camp an' walk,
       An' find it fairly good;
He can do anything but talk,
       An' he wouldn't if he could.

We sits an' thinks beside the fire,
       With all the stars a-shine,
An' no one knows our thoughts but me
       An' that there dog o' mine.
We has our Johnny-cake an' "scrag,"
       An' finds 'em fairly good;
He can do anything but talk,
       An' he wouldn't if he could.

He gets a 'possum now an' then,
       I cooks it on the fire;
He has his water, me my tea —
       What more could we desire?
He gets a rabbit when he likes,
       We finds it pretty good;
He can do anything but talk,
       An' he wouldn't if he could.

I has me smoke, he has his rest,
       When sunset's gettin' dim;
An' if I do get drunk at times,
       It's all the same to him.
So long's he's got me swag to mind,
       He thinks that times is good;
He can do anything but talk,
       An' he wouldn't if he could.

He gets his tucker from the cook,
       For cook is good to him,
An' when I sobers up a bit,
       He goes an' has a swim.
He likes the rivers where I fish,
       An' all the world is good;
He can do anything but talk,
       An' he wouldn't if he could.

Far Over the Mountains

“He loved mountains, or he had loved the thought of them marching on the edge of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insupportable weight of Middle-earth. He longed to shut out the immensity in a quiet room by a fire.”


― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

Bow River Pale Emerald Waters

Bow Rover was beautiful with it pale emerald waters.  We drove by it on different days, sunny or cloudy the green waters glisten.