This weekend I traveled to Hebron Kentucky and joined a group from our church and some other various friends and relations at the Creation Museum. It was very interesting, it explored and disproved the idea that creation is not backed by science. In fact, the presentations gave strong arguments against the theory of evolution, showing that the science that claims to prove this evolution theory is not only flawed with circular thinking and erroneous assumptions but also that when it really gets down to it, the idea of biblical creation is the more scientifically logical conclusion, backed more clearly explicitly by science.



I gave my camera to a young boy I knew from Indiana at the museum and let him use it all day, some of the pictures were really neat that he took, a bit of a diffrent perspective if you will.....?










After the museum Wesley and I stayed at a hotel and drove an hour over to Louisville the next morning. We pretended to be tourists and explored the city for a few hours and then went to the Kentucky Center to attend Otello; an Opera by Verdi taken from the play Othello by Shakespeare.


We had seats two rows from the stage and right in the middle, it was pretty cool! The Opera was amazing, even though it was in Italian :D






This is a bit of modern art in front of the Kentucky Center, we also almost got caught up in a AIDS walk next door to the Center that was taking place the same day : /

The Beach.....=)

Me being bored =)

A lonely heart is breaking, no, broken still. A lonely voice is singing, a beautiful song of sadness; words meant for no one, no one cares to listen. Lonely feet are walking, walking who knows where? They don’t care. Lonely hands are working, to disguise the pain. A lonely face is smiling but the tears flow on inside. Every song that is sung, every note that is played, reminds the lonely heart of just how lonely it is, just how weak. Attempts to forget, tries to go on, forever turning its back on the despair, but it’s all in vain. Even though loneliness hurts, it’s better to be lonely and to miss than to have nothing to miss and no loneliness to feel. The poignant song must go on……..

The rain falls, the sky is gray, a melodious sort of gray, like melancholy music. Beautiful in its misery, perfect in its depression, whole in its brokenness………

The warm salty breeze blows through my hair, it blows on and rustles the tall beach grass as it passes, making a sound somehow, comforting. The sand rubs between my toes; soon another wave washes in, cooling my feet. Like the receding wave, my worries are pulled away; I forget for a moment my troubles, if for but a moment. Things somehow make sense where they once made no sense at all, my thoughts are clear, like the endless blue sky. Why do I worry about what I worry about? Why do I fear what I fear? Why do I give up and give in when I do not want to and have no need to? The things that seem the most complicated become the simplest; the things that seem so important seem so trivial. That’s why I love the beach =)