Nature and Landscape Photography, Photographic Journal of Biblical and Poetic Expressions
Pikes Peak
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
The Mill Room Reception - Crystal Michelle Fallin
In Loving Memory
Crystal Michelle Fallin
June 19, 1984 Newnan, Georgia
August 18, 2019 St. Martin Island
A Candle in the Wind - Crystal Belle
Goodbye Crystal Belle
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart
You called out to the poorest
And you whispered to those in pain
Now you belong to heaven
And the stars spell out your name
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along the ocean sandy shores
Your candles burned out long before
Your legend ever will
Loveliness we've lost
These empty days without your smile
This torch we'll always carry
For our youngest Fallin child
Even though we try
The truth brings us to tears
All our words cannot express
The joy you've brought us through the years
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along the ocean sandy shores
Your candles burned out long before
Your legend ever will
Goodbye Crystal Belle
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed yourself
Where lives were torn apart
Goodbye Crystal Belle
From the many family and friends
who’ll missed the wings of your compassion
More than you will ever know
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along the ocean sandy shores
Your candles burned out long before
Your legend ever will
Your footsteps will always fall here
Along the ocean sandy shores
Your candle burned out long before your legend ever will
Until We Meet Again at Heaven's Eastern Gate
Crystal Michelle Fallin
June 19, 1984 - August 18, 2019
Monday, September 9, 2019
Saturday, September 7, 2019
Friday, September 6, 2019
Thursday, September 5, 2019
Wednesday, September 4, 2019
Crystal Michelle Fallin Celebration of Life
Crystal Michelle Fallin. Click Link
Celebration of Life
at Striffler Hamby Edgewood Hall,
September 7, 2019 11:00 a.m.
Celebration of Life
at Striffler Hamby Edgewood Hall,
September 7, 2019 11:00 a.m.
Tuesday, September 3, 2019
“I am the Soft Stars that Shine at Night” - Loving Memory Crystal Michelle Fallin
Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's rush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
by Mary Elizabeth Frye
In Loving Memory
Crystal Michelle Fallin
The Heart is Never too Full of Love - Loving Memory Crystal Michelle Fallin
so the heart is never too full of love.”
In Loving Memory
Crystal Michelle Fallin
Sunday, September 1, 2019
She's In the Sun, the Wind, the Rain - Celebratiom of Life Crystal Michelle Fallin
She's in the sun, the wind,
the rain, she's in the air you
breathe with every breath
you take. She sings a song
of hope and cheer, there's no
more pain, no more fear.
You'll see her in the clouds
above, hear her whisper
words of love. You'll be
together before long, until
then listen for her song.
by Cindy Martino
Loving Memory
Crystal Michelle Fallin
June 19, 1984 Newnan, Georgia
August 18, 2019 St. Martin Island
"How Does a Moment Last Forever" - Loving Memory Crystal Michelle Fallin
How does a moment last forever?
How can a story never die?
It is love we must hold onto
Never easy, but we try
Sometimes our happiness is captured
Somehow, our time and place stand still
Love lives on inside our hearts and always will...
How does a moment last forever?
How does our happiness endure?
Through the darkest of our troubles
Love is beauty, love is pure
Love pays no mind to desolation
It flows like a river through the soul
Protect, proceeds, and perseveres
And makes us whole
Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone
But when all else has been forgotten
Still our song lives on
How does a moment last forever:
When our song lives on
Monday, August 19, 2019
Heaven's New Angel - Crystal Michelle Fallin
I will always Love you baby girl! You are a part of my heart. You were a beautiful free spirit that always walked to the beat of your own drum. Heaven has a new angel tonight. I know you are with your grandma at heaven's eastern gate. She said she would meet you there someday. You are now in God's loving care.
Loving Memory
Crystal Michelle Fallin
June 19, 1984 -August 18, 2019
Sunday, August 18, 2019
Plants in the Mist
The plant grows in the mist and under clouds as truly as under sunshine."
--William Ellery Channing
Like the seed that has lain in the ground all winter, in spring it will begin its springtime dance into new life. One who is higher than I leads me through this dark land. I am moved along in steady and unseen ways into new life.
Healing After Loss
Martha W. Hickman
Saturday, August 17, 2019
The Moment of Creation
Beavers take dead branches, sticks, twigs and leaves and create a new purpose and breathe life into the decaying wood and debris. They are engineers as well as artists in gathering and building these structures. Creation is recycled and the beaver dams provide shelter and become a home for their young.
Creating works of art fulfills you and is a positive uplifting outlet for your emotions. Whatever the wounds that have to be healed, it is the moment of creation that assures us that all is well and that we are still in tune with nature and our surroundings. Creating something like a journal, poem, a drawing or painting, a splendid photograph helps me to work through grief and connects me back to something I enjoy. Photography is my artistic outlet and creating images of nature into wall art, cards, albums and blogging is my therapy. Like the beaver, I recycle nature into my own artistic creations.
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