100 at 8:30

On Tuesday this week, I took blipfoto number 100 for my daily photography experiment, eightthirty.

Sometimes they are good shots, sometimes they are average. A little bit like life.

I'm aware that the blog here has been a little neglected as a result of my focus over there (and having other things to do in life), but I really enjoy the discipline of taking a shot every day to tell the story of that moment, that day or how I'm doing.

Check out eightthirty here.

signs of the times

I was on the way to walk the dogs the other day and stopped to take a few photos of these messages, sprayed onto the wall of a few buildings in Broxburn. They've been there a few weeks, maybe the owners of the buildings agree!

Everything is connected

 

Strange is truer than fiction

 

Look beneath the surface

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The Abbey Sanctuary

On Friday, my Father-in-law experienced a massive brain haemorrhage.

On Saturday, his body breathed it's last.

There have been many tears shed - and they won't be the last. But one thing is certain, Peter knew where he was going after his time on the earth was done. He is with His Saviour, whom he loved and served for 50 years.

I have so many things I could say about him, many words that could be written, but for now I say "thank you, Peter".

We will remember, and celebrate his life on Friday 15 April at Lorimer Chapel of Warriston Crematorium, Edinburgh. If you want to come, please don't wear a black tie.

If you want to find out more about Peter, read his blog.