I had another picture in mind for today. And then I awoke to a lovely blanket of fluffy snow on this cold winter morning, and everything felt different. Lying in bed, I gaze out the window through veils of condensation. I see snow lining tree branches like so many layers of clothing, little piles on top of leaves like winter caps, and shimmering incandescent lights from nearby homes beckoning like the warmth of the fireplace. I have to get my camera.
I cannot imagine any more satisfying sensation than this one. The quiet, the glow of morning light, the actions of seeking and seeing, the press of the shutter, and the subtle unveiling of the day where everything is fresh and white and ready to begin, all over again.
I am reading a really good book, A Beautiful Anarchy by David duChemin, and the words on every page resonate deeply.
I think there are some intangible things that come to us from beyond ourselves, that are meant to be exercised and used as we’re given them, with no stockpiling allowed. I think faith is like this, whether its object is God or other people. Love, too. Hope, certainly. And creativity. –David duChemin