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Still Saturday: Stopped Still on Lake Abby

March 24, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

Last Sunday it was a lone bufflehead duck on Lake Abby.

This week a pair of hooded mergansers!

All new to these eyes.

 

 

 

Also one mouthy mallard.

 

And a robin with an attitude.

 

God’s artistry on display at “Lake Abby.”

A mirror of beauty created by brokenness (a broken drain in our field) that yields more richness than a cash crop.

May you be stopped still by Him this weekend.

Now it’s your turn. Where have you been stunned by His beauty or sensed His presence this week?

Please share. Get the details at the Still Saturday tab above. Link up a photo (or more), grab a button, and let’s enjoy Him together.

NOTE: Linky Tools has had a server crash. It should be up sometime this weekend. In the meantime, if you want to add your link in the comments, I will add thumbnails for you later. Sorry ’bout that.

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  1. Lyla Lindquist says

    March 24, 2012 at 11:39 am

    I love when the cat tails explode. I know that’s when they’re done for. But I like them with their insides all out.

    Still Saturday wishes for you, Sandy.

    Very still.

    • Sandra says

      March 24, 2012 at 4:31 pm

      InsideOut. There’s some poetry in that. In fact, I think somebody wrote a book with that title . . .

  2. Linda says

    March 24, 2012 at 11:42 am

    They are just captivating Sandy. Praying your weekend is filled with joy and peaceful rest.

    • Sandra says

      March 24, 2012 at 4:27 pm

      Thank you, Linda. Praying the same for you–I know you are super busy right now.

  3. Michelle DeRusha says

    March 24, 2012 at 3:59 pm

    Look at those fluffy-headed ducks – so cute! And is that a baby one (or just a small one?)?

    Here is my link…just in case I forget to pop back: http://www.michellederusha.com/2012/03/weekend-meditation-every-morning.html

    Thanks!

    • Sandra says

      March 24, 2012 at 4:16 pm

      Thanks, Michelle. I know Brent the Linky Tool man must be pulling out his hair.

      It’s a pair of mergansers–male and female/husband and wife.

  4. Carol J. Garvin says

    March 24, 2012 at 7:50 pm

    Beautiful photos, Sandy… as always! Love the ripples on the water with the bufflehead.

    Mr. Linky seems to be up again. My link went up okay, but I’ll go check out the others’ posts from their comment links for now.

  5. Shelly Miller says

    March 24, 2012 at 10:54 pm

    Sandra, this is the second time I have been here today looking at your photos. I would have been in heaven capturing those beauties. And robins do have attitude don’t they, standing with their chests poking out like superman. Sorry I am so late linking, we had a shopping trip today – an all day excursion. Hope you had a good Saturday.

    • Sandra says

      March 25, 2012 at 4:19 pm

      Shelly, I’ve never, ever before noticed on that little pond what I’ve noticed this year. I don’t know if I’ve missed them in the past and I’m more aware this year–or if God knows I need these special little gifts right now.

      Hope you had a fruitful shopping experience. The linky didn’t work all day anyway. 🙂

  6. diana says

    March 25, 2012 at 12:57 am

    These pictures are truly amazing – God’s glory just keeps shining, even in unplanned bonus ponds! Hope you get some rest after the excitement (and terror!) of this past week, Sandy! Love to you.

    • Sandra says

      March 25, 2012 at 4:19 pm

      This has been quite a week with all kinds of new encounters. 😉

  7. S. Etole says

    March 25, 2012 at 1:46 pm

    Enjoying these amazing photos. Hope your new week brings peace.

    • Sandra says

      March 25, 2012 at 4:20 pm

      Thank you, Susan. Peace and joy to you.

  8. Cindee Snider Re says

    March 25, 2012 at 10:58 pm

    I love the reflections in Lake Abby! Wonderful symbolism of how we’re supposed to reflect the love of Christ in us. Beautiful, Sandy!

  9. Megan Willome says

    March 26, 2012 at 7:21 pm

    Really? They came to a flooded area from a broken pipe? That’s awesome!

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