Deep in the Amari Valley of Central Crete there are mamny old olives that top years. The day I went out to shoot them, someone thoughtfully brought his sheep there to graze in the marvelous filtered light.
Matthew Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be
“But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; I trust in the mercy of God forever and ever. I will praise You forever, Because You have done it; And in the presence of Your saints I will wait on Your name, for it is good.