I live in Cressona, a dinky little town known for tractor trailers getting stuck under the 11′ 8″ train overpass.
But, just a few roads away are some of the most spectacular landscapes you can imagine.
Each season has its own beauty, and spring and fall are the most colorful. Here are a few photos from my latest bike ride.
This chapter comes to mind:
Psalm 150 (NIV)
1 Praise the LORD. [a]
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens.
2 Praise him for his acts of power;
praise him for his surpassing greatness.
3 Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
praise him with the harp and lyre,
4 praise him with tambourine and dancing,
praise him with the strings and flute,
5 praise him with the clash of cymbals,
praise him with resounding cymbals.
6 Let everything that has breath praise the LORD.
Praise the LORD.