For several months now, I have been walking a couple of miles around the neighborhood almost every day, snapping a few pictures along the way, and marveling at the beauty of God's creation. On the warmer winter days, and even in the spring, I walked in the early afternoon, as long as the wind wasn't blowing too hard. But now that summer has arrived, sunset is definitely the best time to walk.
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| Sometimes, the clouds almost upstage the Monument. |
Jackson, our 10-year-old Shih Poo, looks forward to the walks as much as I do. In fact, he comes running to my side as soon as I quietly slide open the curtain to take his red leash from the closet hook. It has almost become a game for me to see if I can grab his leash without him noticing, but so far, he has always won.
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| Jackson, ready for a walk. |
Jackson loves to make the neighborhood dogs bark, and strains at the leash as if to join them in their fenced-in yards. But we both know that he is really a scaredy-cat at heart. That was proven again just the other night, when a friendly bulldog escaped from its family's garage and bounded over to join us on the sidewalk. Jackson crowded as close to me as he could, looking up in panic until I rescued him, picking him up and walking briskly past that house while the dog's owner corralled her pet and put it inside. A block later, Jackson was more than ready to get down and continue our walk, as long as the other dogs stayed safely in their yards.
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"And to every beast of the earth...and to everything that creeps on the earth,
everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plant for food.”
Genesis 1:30 |
During our evening walks, we have discovered that the city of Gering is overrun with rabbits. We always see at least one, and sometimes as many as six, in the more than half hour duration of each walk. Sometimes they sit, still as statues, hoping we won't spy them there in the grass, but at other times, they dash across the street to find a safe hiding place far away from us.
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| Spotlight on Scottsbluff National Monument. |
Jackson never makes any move to chase a rabbit. In fact, he doesn't seem to notice them at all. I make a practice of counting the rabbits I see, pointing each one out to Jackson. However, he remains oblivious to the bashful bunnies, preferring to run ahead of me under the majestic, darkening skies, always on the alert for the next neighborhood dog.
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The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Psalm 19:1
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