The Sols Hole, that would be the accurate translation of the Dutch name Het Solsche Gat.
It is near the place where my late grandmother lived, Garderen in the middle of the forests in Swampyland. Remember I told you about roasting Chestnuts at her place?
I love this little car, my Microcar M.Go. It’s compact so whenever I go out, in this case for my photography hobby, I can just park it anywhere I like.
There’s always a little patch of grass next to the road big enough to put it on and grab my camera.
It’s cute, it’s fragile and it’s new life. And it is proof that God not only has His hand in the creation of the whole Universe but takes care of the smallest creatures within too, like for example this little tree-to-be. Whenever I come across something like this when I’m out photographing I am quiet for a moment and I send up a little thank you prayer to Him who has made it all.
Our God is an awesome God.
After many visits to the park through the years, mostly in Autumn as that is my favourite season, I wrote the poem that you can read it in this picture of Uncle Harold.
If you grew up like me close to nature you know the amazing things that you can see when you are focused on nature’s little wonders.
For a tiny moment this morning this picture was my world.
When I looked through the viewer of my camera I suddenly shrunk and I entered the world you see here in this picture.
And all of a sudden I was only two inches high and invisible for the rest of the world as I was magically pulled into another world and changed to a smaller version of myself.
