I did this really weird photoshop action on this photograph and hated it. Everything was washed out. The reason I wanted to post it in the first place was because I loved the color of the blue doors. In fact, I have been walking around for days (a million miles away from this place in England) thinking about this photo and the day we were there. So, I guess I really don’t care if it is too “this” or “that.” I just love the colors and the memory of being in this courtyard over a year ago. (Smiling)

And another set of blue doors. . . . Wonder what in the world is behind these?

This is a very small portion of some of the elaborate graffiti on the cell walls of the famous White Tower in London. These people evidently thought in dimensions! My friend has posted her view of another section.

When life takes a different turn than what you expected, the best place to be on Sunday is in church! One of my favorite verses is found in Psalm 91: “He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings you may seek refuge” (v. 4). I do wish I had the opportunity to walk back through the doors of this old place of worship, but I can’t do that today. It’s located somewhere in the English countryside. But there is a little church down the street that will work just as well.

Outside a small church in England, I saw what looked like three trees growing together and remembered a quote I once read on friendship by C. S. Lewis: “Friendship is the greatest of worldly goods. Certainly to me it is the chief happiness of life. If I had to give a piece of advice to a young man about a place to live, I think I should say, ‘Sacrifce almost everything to live where you can be near your friends.’ I know, I am very fortunate in that respect.”

These mighty columns stood tall throughout World War Two and expecially through the Blitz when Germany pounded London with bombs by night. “The climax raid of these weeks came once more to London, on Sunday, December 29. All the painfully gathered German experience was expressed on this occasion. It was an incendiary classic. The weight of the attack was concentrated upon the City of London itself. It was timed to meet the dead-low-water hour. The water mains were broken at the outset by very heavy high-explosive parachute mines. Nearly fifteen hundred fires had to be fought. The damage to railway stations and docks was serious. Eight Wren (master architect Sir. Christopher Wren) churches were destroyed or damaged. The Guildhall was smitten by fire and blast, and St. Paul’s Cathedral was only saved by heroic exertions. A void of ruin at the very centre of the British world gaped upon us, but when the King and Queen visited the scene they were received with enthusiasm far exceeding any Royal festival.” Taken from Memories of The Second World War by Winston S. Churchill