Just a few thoughts from my head

I love photography. I love the how and the why, the creating and the admiring, the past and the present. I spend a lot of time thinking, doing, and talking about photography. There are so many ways to appreciate and involve oneself. Photographs can be beautiful. Images showing deep emotion, love, peace, rejoicing, the beauty of people and places far away. They can also be hard; sharing heartbreak, documenting the human condition, showing truth that is not always pretty but often strong. I love how you can capture a moment in time. A moment that may never be repeated but can last a lifetime. Put several of those moments together and you have a story. No words just photos showing us what is or what was.

I can spend lovely afternoons in art galleries studying Fine Art photography. Then there are bookstores, so many pages of images and stories.  Lets not forget the Internet!  At the tips of your fingers you can go anywhere, see anything, images from near and far. Instagram has opened more paths than I could have imaged. I have “insta-friends” all over the world.

(If you are on Instagram it would be worth your time to take a look at a few of these feeds: @shirwin, @jantex, and @tseabold are a wonderful women I follow, @marte_farie_forsberg, @Linda_Lomelino, and @Niyalakmanalp are a few. There are so many more…..)

Connecting in this way has made my world larger and smaller at the same time. I’ve see art, people, places, images that have inspired me, and I hope made me grow. But can there be too much? Too much of watching other people live? I think so.

 

This is where I recently found myself, watching others live. Lately the Green Eyed Monster known as envy has been working its way through my heart and mind. Through the Internet I see amazing images, colors, textures, places, food, art. Instead of appreciating them I heard my envy-self asking why? Why can’t I go there, see these places, make these images? Share them and go viral?(ha) Well I’m not a fan of my envy-self so I set out to move her out of my head.

I am blessed. I have a beautiful family, I live in a beautiful place. I truly believe there is beauty surrounding us. God creates beauty. We just need to take the time to look.

People often suggest keeping a gratitude journal or an on going list of blessings. I’ve done this off and on for several years. But I needed something different. I’m a visual person. I know things in my head but to see makes a lasting imprint. So I created a visual list of beauty and blessing in my life. It didn’t take long to remind my self of a blessed life. Here are just a few of what I found just a few steps from my front door.

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I hope you spend sometime seeing the beauty right in front of your eyes.

I know I will do it more often!

Until next time, Blessings

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Senior Art Strips

I love photographing High School Seniors. They are so fun, usually relaxed, will try most anything I ask and love doing creative things with their photos. This is the time of year I start planning for that next group and finish up a few special images for the last graduates. This a 5″ x 30″ art strip I just finished for Madeleine. She graduated from Dripping Springs High School and worked this summer with Austin Monthly Magazine. She will be attending St. Edwards University in the Fall.

God’s glory through rubble

Last week on Wednesday afternoon, the face of our town changed in a matter of 4 hours. The First Baptist Church, a mainstay for over 100 years burnt to the ground. Despite the hard work of 7 different Fire departments and some 13 trucks, volunteers and brave Fireman, all but the back Fellowship hall was lost. A historical marker of our town, founded and built in the late 1800’s, the old sanctuary was now used for the youth room. When the new sanctuary was built some on the old stained glass windows were moved there, and others still remained in the youth room. There are many families still in the church today whose forefathers founded and built this church.

Because my studio is just across the street, I was there when the smoke frist broke through the roof about 3:30 pm. I was still there at 9:30, not with my camera trying to get a dramatic shot but because this is my church home. I was with my family in Christ as we lost our place of worship. Many of us spent the evening watching years of memories go up in flames. Weddings, baby dedications, our kids coming to know Jesus, I could go on. We prayed, cried, laughed, walked through water, prayed, smelt like smoke, prayed some more and gave thanks.

You see as sad as it is to lose this beautiful historic building, it was just wood, We the people, are God’s church and we are still here. Praying and waiting for God to show us what’s next in His great plan.

On Sunday morning, my pastor ask if I would like to go inside the burnt out shell to photograph before it was boarded up. My first response was no thank you, I don’t need to do that. Then he said there are many people who can not get inside that might want to see it in the future and would I please do this. So, before I had my coffee (which gave me a massive headache latter) I grabbed my camera and went to church. I’m so glad I did.

God can give us beauty amist the destruction. We need to look for it. As I walked through the rubble of what was once our church building, He reminded me of what He says over and over in the scripture, God will be glorified. He whisped in my ear. “Look for My Glory, it is here, It is everywhere.”

Here are a few images I’d like to share. I hope you see the beauty, but mostly I hope you look for God’s glory today and tomorrow and where ever life leads you.

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Glory to His Name

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