Last week, I left home early to experience sunrise. With my camera slung around my neck, a song spontaneously rose to my lips as I walked near the I-5 corridor.
The morning unwrapped her sleeping shroud throwing back layers of featherbedding that clung to the lazy Snohomish River. I stood enthralled, singing, and commanding my soul to arise and bless the Light. I wondered if perhaps I was changing the atmosphere with sound as I stood in a vacant lot singing and watching the fog. I imagined that some tearful traveler on the freeway might catch the shift and emerge on the sunny side of Monday. My soul soared on the wings of song. Lifting my camera, I made a multitude of stabs to capture the essence of this unveiling; each one came up empty.
When the sun burst above the Cascade Range nearly blinding me, I turned to go. Guess I won’t be capturing anything that makes my soul sing today, I thought.
Fifteen minutes later—Surprise! Surprise! The photographic moment I had been awaiting was not past, but in my present.
Near my car, I caught a grand window over the valley. I framed a photo, clicked the shutter, and caught my breath as I studied the digital display. Eagerly I rushed home to my computer where I sat entranced in the healing honey of this peaceful moment.
Then I noticed the obscure. One tiny cloud clung tenaciously along the rim of the horizon. In Lightroom, I splashed it with a hint of apricot rouge. The more I gazed at this frame, the more my eyes surrendered to the obscure cloud.
It reminded me of an old story about the Prophet Elijah and the promised rain. After three years of drought. Elijah kept warning King Ahab, “It’s going to rain.” The servant saw no skyward evidence. Elijah kept sending him to look one more time. Finally, he returned with news about a cloud the size of a man’s hand. And yes, Elijah’s tiny cloud became the vanguard for a whole host of heavily laden thunderheads. Run, Ahab, Run!
Let me simply say that my photographic quest is to isolate moments that will bring spiritual, emotional and physical healing honey through the One who identified himself as “Light.” Photography is painting with light. This Light came to flood us with flourishing life today just as it did 2000 years ago.
So my dream is that you will settle back and lose yourself in this tiny blush in the far eastern sky. Let go of the fog of your uncertainty. Release it to empty with the river into the welcoming bay. Let it float out to sea. Focus on the single cloud that promises the life-giving rain. Focus on the Light.
By the way, if you notice a shift spiritually, emotionally or physically, I’d love to know. That will satisfy my soul with a tiny cloud called hope.
Marlee Huber ~ For Your Flourishing Life!