Holy Water

16 08 2015
Holy Water

Holy Water


“Truly, truly I say to you, unless someone is born of water and spirit, he is not able to enter into the kingdom of God.”

Jesus the Nazarene



5 02 2014

Since childhood, I have enjoyed looking at pictures of nature. Soon, I took a special liking to trees, going so far as to earn a degree in forest conservation and management. At the same time, I started taking my own photographs of nature. I’ve been at it for almost forty years. I have four-season images of forests and fields located mostly in the United States’ upper Midwest, and also in the West and in the South. In recent years, I started experimenting with converting some of my photographs into digitally rendered “paintings”. Results of that work are on display at …



Here are a few lines from a great Hebrew: “Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. And yet I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” My passion is to reflect the glory of the Artist of all flowers and fields and forests … and His faithfulness to those who seek His face.

(Lauds to John Constable, Albert Bierstadt, J.M.W. Turner, Camille Pissaro, Claude Monet, Vincent Van Gogh, Robert Wood, Ansel Adams, Eliot Porter, and David Muench.)

D. Raymond-Wryhte

foggy mountain morning

Upon My High Places

3 03 2013

To gracious men Thou gracious art,

And pure to such as purely live,

Upright to men of upright heart,

But with the froward Thou wilt strive.


For Thou the troubled soul wilt save,

High looks wilt humble in Thy might.

A lamp to me Jehovah gave,

And turned my darkness into light.


The way of God perfection shows,

Jehovah’s holy Word is tried;

He is a buckler unto those

Who in His mighty power confide.





For who as God should be adored?

Who but our God can us befriend?

Who is the rock besides the Lord?

Who else is able to defend?


My loins with strength the Almighty binds,

My way makes perfect by His hand;

My feet He makes as swift as hinds,

On my high places makes me stand.


Psalm 18: 25-28, 30-33

In The Wilderness

8 01 2013

O, that I had wings like a dove

to fly away and be at rest.

Up then would I far, far wander

And remain in the wilderness.

Flying would hasten my escape

From this storm wind, this my tempest.

falcon flight path

Lord, hear my voice, my prayer attend,  

from earth’s remotest bound I send

my supplicating cry.

When troubles great o’erwhelm my breast,

then lead me on your Rock  to rest 

that higher is than I.

In you my soul has shelter found,

and you have been from foes around

the Tower of my defense.

My home shall your Pavilion be.

To covert of your Wings I’ll flee, 

and find deliverance.

above Red River 2

from Psalms 55 and 61.