The old stone well stands quietly in the courtyard, its mossy edges catching the light just so. It always puts me in mind of the years of faithful hands that have drawn water there.

The cross stands sharp against the first light of sunrise. It always makes me think how steady that hope is, no matter what the day ahead holds.

The Cathedral of the Saints in Ekaterinburg looks peaceful in this light. It always reminds me a bit of our own church back home.