Saturday, 30 November 2013

Friday, 29 November 2013

Sleeping Dragon

“The philosophy now in vogue labors to shut God out of his own creation. They inform us that by some means this world and all that is therein were evolved. Even this will not long content the men of progress: they care nothing for evolution in itself, but only so far as it may serve their purpose of escaping from the thought of God. If by some method or other vain men could scheme a world without a God, they would be delighted; and that philosopher who comes nearest to the invention of a subtle lie which will justify their forgetfulness of God is the prince of the hour, the favourite of his age.”

- The Very Bold Prophecy, Charles Spurgeon

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Spiders of the Jumping Variety.

‘In its bearing upon religion this vain notion is, however, no theme for mirth, for it is not only deceptive, but it threatens to be mischievous in a high degree. There is not a hair of truth upon this dog from its head to its tail, but it rends and tears the simple ones. In all its bearing upon scriptural truth, the evolution theory is in direct opposition to it. If God’s Word be true, evolution is a lie. I will not mince the matter: this is not the time for soft speaking.’
~ C. H. Spurgeon

One click, One Dragon

I love Dragonflies. Of all God's little critters, Dragons are quite high up on the list of favourites.

Monday, 25 November 2013

A Big Mixed Bag of Bugs

God writes the Gospel, not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. - Martin Luther.

Saturday, 23 November 2013

Some bugs, and Romans 1

It's been a while since I got out and shot bugs, but recently a couple of Crab Spiders caught my eye, and I've shot a little in the last couple of days.

Monday, 18 November 2013


Lately, I've been having a bit of fun with an old 135mm f/2.8 Ai lens. It's light, it's sharp, it's 100% manual and wide open it is a royal pain in the bum to get focus exactly where you want it. Maybe I'm working too close. But I digress.

In no particular order, some shots of my three little men.