Strolling through Providence Christian College

     I had the privilege of doing a photo-shoot for a fun family the other weekend.  Their photo-shoot is forthcoming.  I wanted to introduce them by giving you the context of their family and professional life which is centered around Providence Christian College, a fledgling Reformed Christian College in the lovely city of Pasadena, CA.  It shares its campus with William Carey International University.   

We met on a lovely day after Thanksgiving.

The library area...

Yes, leaves do change color in California!

Lavender could be found everywhere...

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O Portland

     O Portland, how I will miss you.    

Your color, your mundane,

your sleepy, your life,

your squares, your pegs,

your square pegs, your motley quilt

--do they not also abide in me?

Oh live strongly in me, Portland!

Run like a river through my soul and live as a lake in my heart.

Root yourself in the base of my skull and branch out into my vision and fingertips.

I remain under your spell.  Very truly yours.

In Praise of My Father, an Architect

     Maybe my eye for things came from my father. He graduated with a degree in architecture and had worked in that field until we moved to the United States when I was six. After we moved here, he did a little bit of drafting work for UCLA and ABC TV studios but spent the rest of his career as a facilities manager. Thereafter, architecture was an occasional hobby or favor he would do for friends. I loved watching him work on his drafting table at night. He not only designed buildings but did sketches of nature and people to adorn his buildings. He definitely had done enough studies of people and trees to render decent work. He recently told me he once dabbled in photography as a young adult in college. He and his friend would use their Leica and Hasselblad cameras to capture mostly pictures of people and perhaps nature and buildings too. He still has the canvas portraits he took of my mom and brother.  

    So in honor of him and of course my loving mother, who together conceived, bore, and raised me, I present these pictures of a building and its campus.  It will be the first part in a series of studying the church in which I worship and also live.