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A backyard full of large rounds of wood, deer grazing on clover beside a graffitied wall, a blue tent sitting among the not yet decomposed autumn leaves: I see the strangest things from the windows of trains. Perhaps I get to see these intimate and odd images because the people, the landscapes, the animals, right outside my window forget that I’m looking. Trains move fast. Plus, it’s easy to miss things when books and electronics and conversations distract you.

This month for HartfordFAVS, I get to write about one of these strange window encounters. Who would have thought that a blue tent, sitting in the quiet of deep winter, still among autumn’s leaves, would make me think of how God chooses to show us presence in our daily lives.

You can read the piece here:
http://hartfordfavs.com/2014/01/26/blue-tent/

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