Christmas Lights Move Down

When we first moved to Lincoln Hills, some eleven years ago, our neighborhood ranged in age from early 60s to mid 70s.  Then many of the neighbors gaily decorated their houses, hanging lights from the eaves.

Now we are older, some of us have passed away, and most of those who remain no longer feel comfortable climbing on ladders. While some hire others to hang their lights and a few intrepid souls still climb on ladders, many now hang their lights on the shrubbery or simply hang a wreath on the door.

We meet around the mailbox and talk about our ailments as we wonder about the golden years.  In truth, though, most of us have had them.  They were the years from 60 to 70 or 75.  Age is catching up to us though and we think of the three, all in their 80s, who we lost in our neighborhood this year.  We wonder, who will be next?

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I have realized that some of those who once followed this blog, when I was actively posting, might wonder what has happened to me.
I'm well but we haven't been traveling much and I find that I haven't anything new to photograph and I don't like to keep repeating myself.  Perhaps inspiration will strike now that the blog has been dark for a while.

I've been thinking about Ted Cruz and his suggestion that we only allow Syrian "Christians" into the US.  I'm wondering if he is familiar with the parable of the good Samaritan or Matthew 25:35 in which Jesus says " I was a stranger and you invited me in".  Sometimes it is inconvenient to be a follower of Jesus.