This weeks photo challenge is Nostalgia. The last few weeks I have been traveling teaching and my heart seemed full of memories of my Father. He loved to watch classics films. Funny thing about him was he could watch them over and over yet still be immersed in the story. There would be no doubt thatContinue reading “Film Festival”
Author Archives: John Chianelli, Writer
Begining and the end
Fall has arrived in Wisconsin. Thank you God for the crisp air, the harvest and the rain that nourishes the earth you created. This has been a rich week, full of your grace in all parts of my life. Thank you for Jill, Father and the healing she brings into my life. Let your willContinue reading “Begining and the end”
In our lungs…
Psalm 34 1:22. I bless God with every chance I get, my lungs expand with his praise. Abba, thank you for this wonderful day, my time with Jill and the healing you bring into my life. Today is 3 of 16 I trust you God
Branch out
Me, my camera and how I see the world. Peaceful underneath a Tree Milwaukee, Wisconsin Quest
Hallelujah
This past spring we took a trip to Sedona Arizona as a family. As Josh, Diane and I looked over the mountains, it was like we could see for enternity. Out in the distance the Chapel on the Hill was snuggled in the moutain calling us to the cross. Today is 2 of 16. Continue reading “Hallelujah “
Find Me Father
Let your light shine down on me is one of my favorite songs. As I am still listening for his direction I think of his light surrounding my every moment. 1 of 16.
Que réserve l’avenir?
(Que réserve l’avenir? translation, What does the future hold) Looking back and it is impossible to see, brooding about how things could have been, The regrets, the time and the habits of the past, keep us stuck in the win. Looking back it is impossible to see. Brooding about how things could have been, ItContinue reading “Que réserve l’avenir?”
Started with a pickle
Saturday mornings were made for farmers markets. I was surrounded by crisp fall air, sounds of the waves crashing on the rocks from the lake and the bustle of people their dogs and cloth bags. I really wasn’t sure what to get from the farmers today. There was no recipe in mind or even aContinue reading “Started with a pickle “
Where the end becomes the beginning
A Triolet…from the end to the beginning.
En garde!
Me, my camera and how I see the world. Classical Fencing Society @ Marquette University. Milwaukee, Wisconsin DancePartners
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