Perle and I jogged at Pinto Lake Park, which features glorious acreage, disc golf, free parking, and a shrine to Our Lady Guadalupe. A woman is said to have recognized the silhouette of Guadalupe in the bark of a tree.
The air is richly steeped in rose, but the iconography, whether here or in Europe, always reminds me of Barbie dolls and other plastic paraphernalia. The altar actually blocks one's sight to the bark, which is funny.
The woman was right. The outline of God's grace is in the trees, only it is much easier to spot when we get the man-made altar out of the way.
