Leighton Ford

I was hiking across these fields up to a fire tower with a group of friends. As we descended, this dramatic view of light and dark captivated me, a reminder of how we walk daily in the liminal path between the light and dark times of our lives. Watercolor • 2015

On my last trip to Australia in 2005 I took a late afternoon walk across the Domain Park in Sydney, and down to the harbor side. It was a walk full of memories, of many visits, and friends, and places I had preached “down under.” Yet the bright moon and blazing sun made me realize

We were with friends at Banff, in the Canadian rockies, for a conference. As we stepped outside to go to breakfast one morning I was overtaken with a sense of amazement – to see the mountain as if it were floating on a sea of cloud! Watercolor • 2006

On the north shore of Vancouver, B.C, across Lions Gate Bridge, is Lynne Creek. It cascades down into the bays below. One summer afternoon I sat in the middle of the creek for several hours with my paints (and plenty of water available) and made this painting. It is one of my favorites! Watercolor •

In the low country of South Carolina is Mepkin Abbey, on the banks of the Charles River, settled on several thousand acres, where the live oak trees bend like monks at prayer! Watercolor • 2004

The Little Chapel at Winthrop University Rock Hill, S.C., where Woodrow Wilson was converted as a young man.

Off the west coast of Scotland is the island of Iona, famous for a monastery established in 564 AD by St. Columba. From there missionaries reached out with the gospel to the Scots. It takes several ferry connections to reach Iona. We got as far as Mull but missed the last ferry. So we settled

Early on a Sunday morning I stepped outside to see these fingers of fog half veiling Grandfather Mountain, near Linville. It seemed like an artist unveiling a half-finished painting. Watercolor • 2015