Showing posts with label Photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Photography. Show all posts

Juxtapositions: A Collection

 


Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more
Deep.

Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.

(Hafiz)






sometimes
loneliness wraps his arms around me
and holds me close
so I can hear
the beating, the breathing, the knowing
of being alone
(in a crowded room)
when he finally lets me go
after a minute that felt an eternity
he kisses my forehead
and so I'm marked
with a sign that leaves me wondering -
how to see grace
in being alone?

(2.23.2012)





Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
       Meanwhile, the world goes on
Meanwhile, the sun and clear pebbles of the rain
       are moving across the landscapes,
       over the prairies and the deep trees,
       the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile, the wild geese, high in clean blue air,
       are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
      the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
      over and over announcing your place
      in the family of things.


(Mary Oliver)

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Meditations

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On Photography




This week, I received my very first DSLR camera. I have been waiting for quite awhile to buy a camera as my last one died two years ago, just before school started. At its core, photography is a simple process, but I wanted some time think a little more deeply about the camera and photography in general.

Disclaimer: I don't want to portray a glorified image of 'the artist' or of photography. Sometimes photography is just fun, and it is very wonderful just like that. But there's more to photography than simply pressing a button, and I want to acknowledge it as the art form that it truly is, regardless of whether or not I live up to being a good artist.

Initially, photography makes me think of slowing down. It takes time to see and to learn how to see. I am just now in my first photo class and am loving every minute of it. But I'm also grateful for the past four or so years that I have had learning photography outside of the classroom.

Photography gives the chance, that moment of grace, to stop, breathe, consider the world around you. More than simple consideration, the camera invites the photographer to see the world more clearly and go from mere thought to an opening of eyes. Of course, that clarity can go many ways - contemporary photographers in particular seem drawn to seeing the cynicism of this world rather than its beauty, to find the ugly, the pain, the tragedy because it is undeniably there. But that clarity can also be used towards finding the corners and shadows of light that fall between branches and in-between doors. It can help our eyes see the shadow of the image of God that is in every face around us. To see the beauty that is in every way as deep and real as the pain and tragedy around us.

Somedays, it helps to think of photography as a gentle insistence on beauty.

Photography has been means of grace in my daily life. It helps me see the beauty in the mundane rituals of life, in sweeping my house floors and doing my bed. And the more I learn this art and learn to love it, the more I realize what beautiful grace this is.



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Blue





Sometimes it amazes me that this blue -
filtering through the almost empty soap container
and the plastic cup that has two thousand twins -
contains the same depth, same strength, same light
the same beauty
as the blue that filters through
the stained glass window
of a church.

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Light




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Beautiful Things





There's something beautiful about baking and listening to this. Something about the flour mess on the wood table, the used wrappers of butter, and half-opened bag of sugar. And somehow this strange conglomeration of ingredients, thrown into an old, beige oven, creates a fresh, warm loaf of bread.

I love the reminder of being dust, like the flour on the table. And yet, and still, there's beauty.



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December Light







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Wanderlust













(All of these pictures are stills from one of my video-art projects.)

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Splashes of Color

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When words fail...

looking around and finding light helps.












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Portraits, II


She has a gentle strength that amazes me.

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The Way I See It: Growth



It was The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring with live music. Live music! The film played through a projector on a huge screen, and right below it, the orchestra and choir played through the entire film. Pure beauty.



I've been thinking a lot about how beauty makes us grow. Seeing beauty is definitely a growing experience, but I struggle with how to explain it. It's a growing deeper into the world and ourselves, a type of becoming. The growth that beauty brings is unquantifiable. It pushes and pierces and prods us, until we reach a state of surprise and wonder. We become more human after encounters with beauty, after beauty makes us grow.



Just the day before the concert, I watched Terrence Malick's The Tree of Life with some friends. It is one of the most beautiful films I have ever seen (and actually deserves an entire post for itself). At the end of the film, there was a wordless wonder that we all felt and a growing of our friendship that we shared this piece of beauty together. I felt the same way after the Lord of the Rings concert. Beauty helps us grow together, as friends and as humans.



Growing in beauty is something that seems just out of reach for our words.










(The Way I See It is hosted by Molly at Close at Home.)

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Even in the smallest places



but wait, oh wait
see how the morning breaks
it's the simplest of love songs, but it's all our hearts can take





and though we lose our stake
heaven is where we make it
even in the smallest places, can a garden grow


(Lyrics from Garden by Noah Gunderson, my newest favorite music artist)

(also, listen to the beautiful Honest Songs)

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Somethings small and very beautiful



patterned raindrops




watching worlds





autumned colors




rose-enthralled

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The Way I See It: Peace




Peace feels familiar in the newness of the morning. I love watching the sun-patterns in my house - seeing the blue light fade and the gold light come.










This is the time of quiet. I can hear every step I take and fill the silence with words, not my own, but belonging to the prayers of old. Peace.






This afternoon, peace came when he fell asleep in my arms. Babysitting for six hours has its ups and downs, but this welcome moment made it all worth it.


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And sometimes, peace comes when I least expect it. I've been sick lately, even more than usual. Insomnia makes for some very, very long nights. In the middle of those nights, when I've exhausted myself with crying, I'll grab a blanket and try to catch a glimpse of the stars outside. City lights don't allow for too many, but the few I see, they're enough. Enough to remind me of plans bigger and greater than myself, of His faithfulness and His love.

There, also, I find peace.

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(The Way I See It is hosted by Molly at Close at Home. Next week's theme is growth.)



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The Way I See It: Evening



I always feel slightly guilty if I'm not outside during this time they call 'golden light'. I love the way the calm light settles over everything, turning yellows to golds and greens into emeralds. I would spend hours with this light. It only lasts for so long, though.










To the hedge on the side
And the light in your eyes
To the quiet long walks
Of fast-moving time
let evening come.

"Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come."

(First verse is mine, then a direct quote from Jane Kenyon's Let Evening Come.)


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The Way I See It is hosted by Molly at Close to Home. This week's upcoming theme is peace.

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Midnight Taco Runs




As soon as we were hungry enough, we jumped in my truck, along with two willing siblings, then headed towards the nearest taco stand. It seemed like a small beacon on that darkly lit street.

I tried to catch that joy that comes in between their laughter and their smiles. But pictures can't catch their breathless giggles or the smell of fresh carne asada or even the small splash of water (was it soda?) that fell on my face when my sister started laughing mid-sip.

Tacos just taste better at midnight.

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Portraits, I


There's a simple beauty to her.


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Book-love



My favorite used bookstore had a sale today. I walked away with all these books for only $10.

Happiness indeed, my friends.

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