More than once have I woken up to a brilliantly mersmerising view....and even in my sleepy head state, couldn't resist reaching for the camera to snap a few shots.
I miss the simple, idyllic mornings you know.
The old broken melody, blowing through the trees of Eden.
They say the heart of man is too far gone to save... yet in the quaint humdums of the neighbourhood, in the midst of gains and losses, joys and heartaches, pleasure and pain, friends and foes, battles lost and won, you can just hear that quiet whisper, of an amazing grace....upon this unworthy life.