Grandma VDG: A Slight Look

While staying with my Grandma Van De Graaff, I would rise early in the morning, and creep out to the backyard. There were new but comforting sights all around. As she prepares for her move, I doubt we'll see some of these beautiful things make the trip. As part of the past lives of toil and courage, I wanted to document them. The physicality used to wield some of these old tools is part of the icon of my grandfather, my father, and in some respects, me.

As the need of the land arises, there is a consistency in dealing with its overwhelming vastness. So it is in life; tribulations rear their head in the size of mountains, and we consume the journey of "dealing" by consistent personal application. When crested atop the summit of another trial, we assuage the fear of our own weakness as we view our climb. Strong, courageous, and consistent.