Photography by, Theresa Jodray

As the great horologer set our destiny in place. Did he foretell this mess called the human race? Does he sit upon his throne above shaking his head? Is his trust in us now on its deathbed?

Horrendous laughter from Beelzebub should be silenced soon. By the glorious creator who sits upon his ancient golden throne. Bands of nomad’s listen clear this is not a dress rehearsal dears. Homo sapiens pleasures soon shall disappear when all is made ever clear.

Circle bounding the visible part of the earth’s surface I gaze across your splendor. This horizon, this heavenly place to be destroyed in front of our creators face. How then do we think we shall look into his face in judgement times? This I ponder as with camera in hand I watch the birds dance amidst new fallen snow..

What gift he has given us in our earthly bodies, how graciously we repay him. How forgiving the father of all creating us from the light of love. Does he sit upon his ancient golden throne above shaking his head? Is his trust in us now on its deathbed and does Beelzebub’s horrendous laughter ring throughout the heavens....