Camera Eyes

Camera Eyes

It’s holy this evening. The golden light, anointing.

And, I am about worship, as I softly walk the yard, Canon in hand.

I feel through my shutter tonight; sensing beauty and meaning and God, but I am at a loss for words.

hanging branches

I see, feel, smell, touch; I walk slowly in this sacred space, but metaphors and meaning elude. So, I work with angles and focus and light and depth of field, as best I can, attempting to package beauty into pixels.

post cross

I marvel at a juvenile praying mantis.

I crush herbs between thumb and forefinger just for the joy of their pungency.

I ruffle my dog’s ears.

mantis

sour  cherries

You see, I am finding God in burnished sour cherries, in hot-pink spirea, in cream-and-orange fur.

And, later, as we all ride out to the pond on my parents’ farm, I leave the camera behind, but I keep the camera eyes.

spirea

creamsicle

I frame shots with the naked eye.

I squat down with my three-year-old son, viewing my daughters and mom on the dock on the other side of the pond, fishing, through the tasseled grasses.

I point out tiny wildflowers in purple, white and pink, mere centimeters high.

I look up at the fading blue sky and see a cross, slung at an angle — the junction of two puffy white jet trails.



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  1. So lovely. You are lovely. And so are these pictures.
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