I snapped this on the way home from some friends' house, and what began as a photo that was nothing special - just something to fill the day - has become meaningful to me. I thought I should try to come up with something obscure, arty, and interesting to write but could think of nothing. What came to me was a simple gratitude.
The ink black sky represents my sin, and the red ribbon flying freely represents the shed blood of Jesus, my savior. I have nothing more important to be thankful for this (Canadian) Thanksgiving weekend, than the fact that I am forgiven and loved by the God who saves.