I was struck by the beleagured look of this group of quakies high in the Stansbury Mountains. Their slender trunks seem to be pleading for shelter as they huddle together in the snow and cold.
A journey through mortality - Images of life - Thoughts of eternity
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This is a weblog of digital photos by Dennis Orgill.
I have always been thrilled and delighted by the glories of nature and the wonders of God's creation. From time to time I will post here images that have given me joy. My hope is that those who view them will be likewise inspired by and grateful for the incredible beauty our Father in Heaven has given us for our simplest days.
I have always been thrilled and delighted by the glories of nature and the wonders of God's creation. From time to time I will post here images that have given me joy. My hope is that those who view them will be likewise inspired by and grateful for the incredible beauty our Father in Heaven has given us for our simplest days.
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August
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- Another August Sunset
- High Country Quakies
- In the Wilderness
- Weathered Aspens
- Silver River
- Cloud Whisperer
- Idyllic Afternoon
- Glistening Wind Waves
- Splendid Color
- To the Valley Below
- Wind Chasing Shadows
- Snake Creek, Near Heber
- Mullion Cove
- Powdered Sugar
- Birth of the Nimbus
- Skull Valley Rainbow
- Rainfall
- Broken Clouds at Dawn
- Blue Dusk
- A Patch of Blue
- Thunderheads at Sunset
- Simply Sunset
- Veils of Mist
- Dawn Rides the Rails
- Gentle Sundown
- Next Summer's Water Supply
- Transformation
- Winter Morning - Settlement Canyon
- Dramatic Sunrise
- A Halloween Sunset
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For the beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.
Lord of all, to thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For the beauty of each hour,
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light.
Lord of all, to thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
-- Folliot Peirpoint, 1864
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.
Lord of all, to thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For the beauty of each hour,
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light.
Lord of all, to thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
-- Folliot Peirpoint, 1864