Third Day Sentinel - Photography

Third Day Sentinel - Photography PHOTOGRAPHER / VIDEOGRAPHER

"Welcome to a gallery where nature speaks, faith breathes, and every photograph tells a story of hope.”
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The Third Day;

On the third day of creation, God created the dry ground, seas, plants, and trees (Genesis 1:9–13). Using the foundation He created on the first day of creation, the Lord began to form the earth into a place suitable for life. Life as we can recognize it began on day three, "and God saw that it was good". Sentinel (sen·ti·nel ) To watch over - a soldier, guard, or something whose

job is to stand and keep watch.


“I capture the language of light - turning dawn, storm, and shoreline into spiritual messages of hope. My photography reveals the strength hidden inside struggle, the beauty rising from darkness, and the sacred presence woven into nature’s quiet places. Through images and poetry, I help people see what their soul has been whispering all along: that no matter the storm, the sun still rises—for them.”

"The Redemption of Broken Shores" Before the gulls had stitched the skyWith wings beneath the morning high,A vessel stir...
06/08/2026

"The Redemption of Broken Shores"
Before the gulls had stitched the sky
With wings beneath the morning high,
A vessel stirred through twilight’s gray
To carve restoration from decay.
Not built for glamour, praise, or fame,
Yet faithful still, the dredge ship came;
Its burden not of war or gold,
But mending wounds the tides unfold.
For every wave that stole away
A piece of shoreline day by day,
There comes a hand both strong and wise
To help what’s broken start to rise.
How like the soul when storms persist,
And years erode through clenched-fist mist;
The heart grows thin where hope once stood,
Like fractured dunes beside the flood.
Yet Heaven sends, through dawn’s first breath,
A work of life from seeming death;
Not always gentle, quiet, small -
Sometimes redemption dredges all.
It digs beneath the darkened floor,
To raise forgotten strength once more;
What sank in silence, buried deep,
The light of grace no longer keeps.
And as this barge restores the land
Against the sea’s relentless hand,
So too does mercy shore the weak
Where fear and sorrow slowly leak.
The rocks along the channel side,
Like steadfast faith through changing tide,
Declare that what is built with care
Can still withstand what waits out there.
For God restores in ways unseen -
Through heavy hands and harsh machines;
And even steel beneath the sun
May serve the Holy, when love is done.
So let the dawning waters sing
Of healing born through laboring;
For every coast the storms have torn
May yet behold a brighter morn.

"Truth Telling Waters" At dawn the harbor softly glowed beneath awakening skies,While every mast and anchored hull wore ...
06/05/2026

"Truth Telling Waters"
At dawn the harbor softly glowed beneath awakening skies,
While every mast and anchored hull wore mirrored, trembling eyes.
The water held each vessel close, yet showed them twice in view,
As if the sea revealed the parts the daylight never knew.
For every ship upon the tide possessed a hidden face,
A silent form beneath itself that drifted deep in grace.
And so it is with every soul that journeys through the years -
We carry both the seen and veiled, our triumphs and our fears.
The water did not flatter them nor bend what there would be,
But answered every shape with truth in calm sincerity.
No painted mask could hide itself when met by mirrored streams,
For reflection strips the borrowed parts and wakes forgotten dreams.
The sailboats stood in stillness there, yet underneath the glow,
Their reflections whispered who they were far deeper down below.
Not only how the world perceived the outlines they displayed,
But who they were when all applause and crowded winds had faded.
The rocks, the docks, the distant shore - all carried mirrored light,
Reminding hearts that every act leaves echoes in the night.
For what we cast upon the world returns upon the wave,
Whether bitterness concealed - or mercy strong and brave.
And perhaps the dawn itself exists to bid the spirit pause,
To search the waters of the heart for deeper, honest cause.
For transformation often comes not through the storm’s command,
But when the soul stands quietly and learns to understand.
That clarity is sacred ground where healing first begins,
Where truth removes the weathered masks we’ve hidden safely in.
And like the harbor at first light beneath the heavens wide,
The clearest reflections often form when restless waters subside.

"Three Gates Beyond Still Waters" The storm had spent its restless breath across the waking land,Dark clouds still hung ...
06/04/2026

"Three Gates Beyond Still Waters"
The storm had spent its restless breath across the waking land,
Dark clouds still hung like weary thoughts the heart could scarcely stand.
Yet underneath the brooding sky, where silent waters ran,
Three hollow gates stood waiting there beside the works of man.
Like open mouths within the stone, they gathered every flood -
The rain, the weight, the overflow, the sorrow and the mud.
They did not curse the rushing storm nor fear the swelling tide,
But bore the burden downward where the troubled waters hide.
For every soul has chambers deep where hidden torrents flow,
The fears we mask, the grief we keep, the wounds we never show.
And if the heart retains it all, the banks begin to break,
Until the soul becomes consumed by all it cannot take.
Yet see the drains beneath the road that quietly receive
What earth itself was never meant forevermore to keep.
A sacred lesson rests within those passages below:
Not every weight was made to stay, and some things must let go.
The storm drains are not glamorous, unnoticed by the eye,
Yet they preserve the ground from ruin when raging waters rise.
So too the grace of God works most where few will ever see -
In hidden acts of cleansing deep beneath adversity.
And through those darkened tunnels carved where flood and failure pass,
The waters find a calmer place reflected clear as glass.
The canal waits with steady peace beneath the clearing skies,
As though the storm itself was led where transformation lies.
Three openings beneath the bridge like mercy’s patient call,
Inviting every burdened wave to surrender it all.
One for the fear that grips the soul, one for the shame concealed,
And one for all the silent wounds still waiting to be healed.
For Heaven never promised us we’d never face the rain,
But rather taught that overflow need not remain our chain.
The heart was not designed to drown beneath what storms impart -
Sometimes the strongest thing we do is open every part.
And so the waters journey on from darkness into peace,
From violent skies to stillness where the striving finally ceases.
A quiet canal now mirrors Heaven where chaos used to reign,
Because what’s yielded to His hands need not return again.

“Ojo de Dios”Above the channel’s winding course where restless waters trod,There burned a golden, watchful flame - the O...
06/03/2026

“Ojo de Dios”
Above the channel’s winding course where restless waters trod,
There burned a golden, watchful flame - the Ojo de Dios.
It pierced the storm through Heaven’s veil with rays both fierce and broad,
As if the skies themselves revealed the very gaze of God.
The vessels carved their fleeting wakes beneath that sacred sight,
Like souls that cross uncertain tides while searching for the Light.
Each current bent, each channel turned, each wave by mercy drawn,
Reminding hearts no path is lost beneath the watching dawn.
For though the seas of life may shift with tempests yet untamed,
No storm can hide the traveler who walks while called by name.
The waters may be deep and dark, the clouds may gather hard,
Yet still His eye remains above, forever standing guard.
And from the heavens poured a fire that touched both sea and sod,
A burning sign upon the deep - the Ojo de Dios.
Until the final light proclaimed through every crest and clod:
The endless gaze and guiding hand, the watchful "Eye of God".

06/02/2026

I just want to apologize ahead as I won't be able to reply to any of your post/likes right away. I'm dealing with an illness and looks like I may have to get surgery. It's not life or death, but its serious enough to where it reduces my abilities/mobility. I generally post a month out, and looks like I have 2 weeks of posts scheduled. I just might go suddenly AWOL right after for a couple weeks. Thanks for all your comments etc and God bless.

"Where Great Journeys Come to Rest"Beneath the weight of morning’s veil, where storm and sunlight meet,The harbor held a...
06/02/2026

"Where Great Journeys Come to Rest"
Beneath the weight of morning’s veil, where storm and sunlight meet,
The harbor held a hundred hulls in quiet, anchored sleep.
Small vessels swayed with tethered trust upon the waking tide,
Like humble hearts that learned to rest while Heaven stood beside.
They rocked within the sheltered cove, unmoved by distant roar,
For not all souls are called to drift beyond the harbored shore.
Some guard the docks, some mend the nets, some wait through darkened skies,
While others chase horizons where the deeper calling lies.
And there beyond the channel’s mouth, through waters vast and wide,
A mighty ship came gliding home upon the turning tide.
Its decks once filled with wandering hearts pursuing distant lands,
Now carried souls returning changed by truths they could not plan.
For every storm it weathered there beneath uncertain skies,
Had stripped away the shallow things the world so glorifies.
The waves became a chisel sharp, the wind a sacred flame,
Until the ones who boarded proud returned not quite the same.
For journeys far from comfort’s shore reveal what anchors hold,
And trials upon the open sea refine the heart like gold.
The vastness taught dependence when no shoreline could be found,
And every restless wandering brought deeper wisdom round.
Now see it enter slowly through the passage calm and still,
As though the Father called it home according to His will.
While smaller boats remain secured where peaceful waters stay,
The great ship bears the evidence of how He shapes the way.
For some are called to quiet faith beside familiar land,
And some must cross the restless deep to fully understand.
Yet whether near or wandering far beneath His endless dome,
Each soul that seeks the Light of Truth will someday find its home.
So let the harbor be your hope when storms begin to rise,
And let the anchored vessels speak of peace that never dies.
But let that mighty ship remind your spirit not to fear -
For those who sail through unknown seas may bring back Heaven near.

"Anchored Signs of Mercy"Beyond the tide where restless waters roam,A vessel pressed toward seas unknown from home.The s...
06/01/2026

"Anchored Signs of Mercy"
Beyond the tide where restless waters roam,
A vessel pressed toward seas unknown from home.
The sunrise burned like embers softly poured,
As heaven lit the path the sailor toward.
Yet standing there through swell and shifting spray,
A weathered buoy marked the narrow way.
Not built to sail, nor chase the distant breeze,
But fixed in place to guide the wandering seas.
Its battered frame had tasted storm and strain,
Still rising faithful after wind and rain.
A beacon set where dangers hide below,
To warn the hearts that cannot always know.
And perched upon that marker worn and small,
Two weary birds had found their place to call.
Though waves below were restless, dark, and deep,
Upon that post their fragile wings could sleep.
So too the soul, when drifting far from shore,
Still finds the mercy it was searching for.
For God will place His markers in the night,
Small steadfast flames that point us toward the light.
Some are not loud like thunder in the skies,
But quiet truths where faithful wisdom lies.
A whispered verse… a hand… a voice… a prayer…
A sacred sign reminding us He’s there.
The vessel moved beneath the morning flame,
Yet not alone into the vast untamed.
For every sea where fear and darkness roam,
The Father leaves His guiding markers home.
And like those birds that trusted through the swell,
We too may pause where grace has chosen dwell.
For blessed are the souls who understand:
God’s strongest guides are those that choose to stand.

“Steps Toward the Unseen Light”Down wooden rails where shadows lean,A quiet path to what’s unseen,Each step a whisper, s...
05/29/2026

“Steps Toward the Unseen Light”
Down wooden rails where shadows lean,
A quiet path to what’s unseen,
Each step a whisper, soft yet true -
“I’ve gone ahead… I’m here with you.”
The shoreline waits in silver breath,
Where night surrenders what was left,
And though the dark still lingers near,
The dawn is proof: I’m always here.
That rising light behind the cloud,
Not lost - just hidden, veiled, unbowed,
Its rays still reach through doubt and fear,
A silent voice: I’ve always been near.
And there they stand - the watchers still,
By restless wave and quiet will,
Each heart attuned, though worlds apart,
Bound by the same believing heart.
For no one walks that narrow stair
Without a Presence meeting there,
No soul that seeks the breaking day
Is ever left to lose their way.
The steps invite, the waters call,
The sky unfolds beyond it all -
And in between each breath, each stride,
A faithful Guide walks at your side.
So forward go, though shadows stay,
For light is born from hidden way,
And every dawn, both vast and small,
Reminds you - you’re not alone at all.

"Steady on Shifting Stone"Upon the rocks where waters meet,Where restless tides and shoreline greet,A lone man stands on...
05/28/2026

"Steady on Shifting Stone"
Upon the rocks where waters meet,
Where restless tides and shoreline greet,
A lone man stands on broken ground -
Where cracks and shifting truths are found.
The stones beneath him, worn and weak,
No promise strong, no footing sleek,
They whisper, “Careful where you tread…”
Yet still, he casts his line ahead.
For faith is not on what is sure,
Nor built on ground that will endure,
But planted where the heart believes -
Beyond what sight or fear perceives.
The waves may press, the winds may call,
The footing feels unsure to all,
Yet deeper still beneath the stone…
A Rock unseen upholds his own.
Not every step will feel secure,
Not every path seems firm or pure,
But grace will meet each fragile place,
And steady feet that walk by faith.
He stands not by his strength alone,
Nor by the steadiness of stone,
But by a truth both vast and deep -
That God sustains what man can’t keep.
Each cast into the rolling tide,
Is more than skill - it’s trust applied,
A quiet prayer upon the sea,
Released into eternity.
And though the ground may shift below,
And doubt like undertow may flow,
He will not fall, nor be undone -
For he stands held by the Holy One.
So if your footing feels unsure,
And what you stand on won’t endure,
Remember this when faith feels thin -
The Rock you need… is found within.

"Feathers of Truth and Tenderness"In shallow waters, calm and wide,Where earth and mirrored heavens collide,Three gentle...
05/27/2026

"Feathers of Truth and Tenderness"
In shallow waters, calm and wide,
Where earth and mirrored heavens collide,
Three gentle forms in silence stand -
A sacred stillness, softly planned.
The egret, clothed in grayish white,
Moves like a whisper through the light,
A living breath of truth made clear,
A soul unburdened, free from fear.
Its presence speaks without a sound,
Of purity the world has drowned,
Yet still within the heart remains -
A cleansing grace through loss and pains.
Beside it step, in blushing hue,
Two hearts adorned in tender view,
Roseate wings with softened flame,
Not loud in strength - but strong the same.
They wade through waters, dark yet deep,
Where hidden wounds and memories sleep,
Their color - like the healing art
Of love restoring fractured heart.
For pink is more than beauty’s claim,
It burns with mercy’s quiet flame,
A shade that teaches how to mend
What pride would break and never bend.
And there they move, in balanced grace,
No rush, no race, no need for place -
A rhythm born of peace within,
Where healing flows beneath the skin.
The egret stands - both still and wise,
A beacon where true clarity lies,
While spoonbills stir the tender stream
Of forgiveness shaped like a dream.
Together - three, yet somehow one,
A living work the Lord has done,
Where innocence and love align
To form a truth both soft… divine.
So when your waters turn unclear,
And shadows speak what you most fear,
Remember what the marsh has shown -
You were not made to walk alone.
Be still in truth, let grace arise,
Let healing bloom before your eyes,
For in the quiet, God reveals…
A purity that loves… and heals.

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