Unframed art is really prolific around here. There are stacks and stacks of the stuff everywhere you look. But recently, all the children have been branching out extensively in their artistic endeavors.

And I Will Never Be The Same. My name is James Bobik I have a 15 year old daughter and like everyone else on this green earth have alot going on. have fun and remember . feel free to Email Me. The Purpose of This Site. Tuesday, August 22, 2017. The Gospel of Cautious Persuasion and Cafe Lattes. Then also those who have fallen asleep in Christ have perished. If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men the most pitiable. The world is full of darknes.

Thursday, September 22, 2011. I was scanning through vacation pictures in preparation for re-establishing my blogging efforts and came across this picture. WHAT A GLORIOUS PIECE OF ARTWORK, SCULPTURE AND ENGINEERING! The people in our house - artists, engineers, pilots, designers - all marvel at the extravagent beauty and genuis displayed in each minute part of creation.

Truth, Goodness, and Beauty. Tuesday, June 7, 2011. Well, this is it for the blogger account. So, if you want to continue to view my work check me out at claytonpearlstein. Thanks! Wednesday, May 11, 2011. Saturday, April 23, 2011. Saturday, March 26, 2011. Thursday, March 10, 2011. Monday, February 28, 2011.

Sunday, January 18, 2015. This afternoon, I noticed a little bird was perched on the side of the tree trunk, close to an overripe papaya. I watched him with surprise as he dug his little claws into the tree and then leaned his head back from his perch and took a nibble from the fruit. He got a good start and then he hopped from the tree trunk over to the papaya itself and continued his little mini-feast. Then He is surely capa.

And sometimes, just sometimes, those prunings are useful to others as well . Five Minute Friday; Path.

Musings and Wisdom Gleaned as I Blaze My Own Path Toward the Tree of Life. Wednesday, December 9, 2009. Hear Thou the Song of My Heart. I love these lyrics by Sally DeFord; today they speak to me. Hear Thou the song of my heart. When as a burden there lies in my breast. An anthem of praise no words can express. Hear Thou the song of my heart. Hear Thou the song of my heart. When tears hush my voice as I ferverntly seek. To offer Thee praise my soul cannot speak. Hear Thou the song of my heart.