Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Dear Photography

Dear Photography

I wanted to take this opportunity to express to me how much you stress me out. No, really, you do. The fact that when I participate in what you have to offer, I'm then considered an "artist" is probably the scariest of all. Me? An artist? I mean really, let's be honest here, I'm no artist. Yet people continue to call me that.
Although you stress me out, I've always had that kind of connection with you. Remember that afternoon in June? Yes you do. The one where me, Melissa, mom, dad, and scooter went out back for some fun? I was wearing the worse possible outfit combination possible. A camo-print shirt and sunflower shorts? Clearly dad must have dressed me, he was always putting his daughters in camo. I think we spent 5 hours in the backyard. I got bit by mosquitos and Melissa stepped in dog poop; and you were able to produce the most beautiful representation of mom. Good job there. We ended up in the neighbors pool, jumping in picture included.

So you and I have history. After I got my first DSLR, we got to know each other a little more. A LOT more. Suddenly you kept throwing stuff at me. ISO....Aperture....Shutter Speed. New vocabulary. I've never been fantastic with dictionary definitions. It's been all about the result.

It's been 5 years since I started learning. 5 years. And I still feel like I don't know what the heck I'm doing. See how much you stress me out? I guess that's the thing about me and you. You scare me and yet I'm determined to get better. Not professionally though. Never professionally. But as an amateur, yes. You'll always have a place in my life. You'll always push me to be better, even when it scares me.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Then sings my soul.

Then sings my soul, my savior God to thee. How great thou art.

So simple. How simple is it sometimes? You know, "God, my soul sings out to you because of How great you really are." But we, as humans, over-complicate it. With extra words. Unnecessary verbage. Useless banter.

Can we bring it back to the love of God? To the unfailing, uncomplicated, overflowing love He gives. The kind of love you only find in Him because we are incapable of loving like He does. To the point of death, on a cross, just for us.

It's ridiculous really. To comprehend His love for us. Without the law, without payment, without anything but us.

Oh my God. Thank you.

Sunday, May 8, 2011


A tribute to my mom. The most spectacular woman I'll ever know.

I AM strong because my mom is strong
I AM brave because my mom is brave
I AM beautiful because my mom is beautiful
I AM in love with Jesus because my mom is in love with Jesus
I AM a friend because my mom is a friend
I AM a lover because my mom loves
I AM independent because my mom is independent
I AM a cook because my mom is a cook
I AM real because my mom is real
I AM compassionate because my mom is compassionate
I AM a dog lover because my mom is a dog lover
I AM a romantic because my mom is a romantic
I AM my mother.