I took photos last night at the Miss Shorter pageant (an incredible group of beautiful and talented young ladies). As I sat there on the front row, praying my camera settings were right, I thought about light.
Photography, you may know, means writing with light. The less light, the harder the photography. That, along with sheer beauty, is what makes photographs like Ansel Adams’ Moonrise, Hernandez, New Mexico such powerful works.
And that is what makes me feel so inadequate as a photographer.
In good light, I’m a good photographer. The lower the light, the lower my skills feel. (To be fair, I haven’t actually looked at the photos from last night but I speak of the emotion of it all.)
This morning as I read my book on grief, it talked about the light we have within us, and my mind flashed back to that very dark stage with very bright shining faces.
They were made so by the spotlight, but many of them shine on their own. They shine with happiness, health, intelligence, talent, and the Love of the Lord.
In a world of darkness, may we all shine brightly and hopefully light the way for beautiful images.