Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Annunciation
A friend commented on the latest Falling Creek Photograph, that I have the best eye and the best camera. That comment amused me. If only she knew the camera I use is not the best. By far. The camera for instance used for this was a point and shoot Canon A540. Today the camera would cost less than a hundred dollars. I have said many times, but to no avail. Give me any camera and a little time to learn its limitations, and I think I could possibly create as compelling an image, as I could with the 'best' camera. This is not boasting. It is like giving a new gun to a marksman. At first, before sighting in, knowing how it shoots, the target cluster would be to the right or left. After a time, with adjustments, spot on. Knowing that 'angels' dwell in the light, I enjoy going about, deliberately shooting into the sunlight, in order to capture them. More often than not, they are camera shy. Ever so rarely, one is caught and it becomes a joy, the interaction with the unseen world. You say, that is no angel, it is mere reflectance and aberration. And you would be correct in your rational mind. And that is your problem. Everything to you is rational, explained, determined. It is my task or joy to attempt every now and then to upset your rational world and show you the hidden,mysterious realm that dances upon your needle. Think how Mary felt when the angel appeared to her. And praise God that she was not the rational type and dismissed the greatest priviledge woman has ever known, the annoucing that she would carry in her womb the Lord who created her womb. Marvelous mystery.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
A Stroll Below
Nathaniel and I took a stroll. We came these portals down below. Beckoning to the two, our twins smiling up through the blue. Well, we took a deep breath, and from the world above we left. First we saw this leopard frog, and then this little talking dog. He told us your just in time, this is the spot for the cloud journey line. So we stood and along came an owl. He said, tickets,tickets with a scowl. Thats just grand, I said to the little canine, but how in this world, can a ticket be unfurled? Silly ones! Old Owls just calling for the fat little ticks! And so we hooked up upon our cloud, and my, how we were full of wooos and wows. We swooshed about through the air, we dive bombed some cats and gave 'em a stand up hair! We rode for what seemed hours and hours, then we gently set down among some dogwood flowers. We thanked Mr Owl for letting us ride for free, he said, go in love, you dwellers in the world above. And so we walked and found our portal place, and it wasn't long before we pushed up into the world of haste. We were only gone but for a blink, and as we explained our absence, we gave each other a wink. Now if you find us one day walking down the road, and then all of a sudden , you only see a hopping toad. Ne'er fear, we are only visiting the world of n'er a frown and n'er a tear.
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