Looking at brass tonight reminded me of death. Death is not something our culture likes to think about. Our culture is obsessed with youth and vigour and things new. Death, like brass, is hard and cold and unyielding. But beyond the hard reality of it also shines a wonderful glow - for those who grab hold of the Promise.
Our vigil continues. The time is near, although we do not know the hour nor the day. I appreciate the encouraging words I have received via your comments, and ask for your patience in visiting and commenting on your blogs - I will do so again in a few days.
(60mm f5.6 3.2 sec ISO400)