Another day, another blog, another story to share. I look forward to the day where I don’t have the finger muscle capacity to capture it all digitally for you. So in preparation for Nepal I have most definitely up graded my DSLR. There are three plans for Nepal- work with women (preferably almightily pregger ones), hike and take more photos than my CF card can handle. Now for the record I’m in no way, shape or form a photographer. I thoroughly enjoy taking photos and covering my walls with them, but I’m no better than the average person with an excellent camera. In saying that though, the only people I know that take more photos than me for the fun of it are paid photographers. I’m not sure of what to make of that. I mostly enjoy portraiture and macro photography. I do love a good sunset, or if I’m uber enthusiastic in the morning, sunrises aren’t so bad either. I have more photos of flowers on my portable hard drive than I know what to do with. They are usually my subjects purely because they are willing and Ma likes gardening so they are available. The way their colours react to morning and evening light definitely helps their case as to why they should be shot down by me.
It takes effort to shoot a sunrise or sunset. It really does. I have to get my boots on, trudge my way through the bush (so it happens to be next to my house but that’s beside the point), go to my little cliff face clearing and wait. Then, chances are the clouds will decide to audibly laugh at me by inhabiting the souls of kookaburras momentarily, followed by their congregation right over my focus point. Mother earth one, Kate zero. At this point I feel like my time is wasted. Not much good comes out of one massive clump of clouds. That is until I feel compelled to sit and wait around in silence. Alas, I get asked one question off hand, when no one is around more frequently than I ever imagined. “How do you know God loves you?”. Easy answer. One day God asked me what my favourite colour was- pink. From then on He has shown it to me every morning and every evening. The clouds might have ruined my photo opportunity, but if I wait around, I’ll see that God loves me. His love never fails.
On a whole other perspective, during one sunset shoot attempt. Conveniently a cloud smothered failure. I thought of how much I will miss the smell of eucalyptus trees and seeing the sunset over them in the evenings. That was until I remembered that no matter where I go, the sun will follow, and so will my pink sky. How beautiful it is that my sunset is someone else’s rise. That somewhere else in the world someone is pausing their to-do list to breathe in life and the glory that is God.
I am so excited to share portraits of worn, weary, yet joyful and appreciative faces with people at home. At the end of the day the Nepalese landscape is gorgeous, but it’s the people I am going for. If I’m blessed I’ll get a good face in front of a pink sky and know that God loves them too.
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Update: Nepal is turning me into a headband wearing woman. Currently I look like I’m wearing a turban. The fact that I have gone 12 days without a hair straightener is to be credited for this situation. I have to be honest, having the trusty old straightener die on me has been incredibly good practice for Nepal. I have also learnt that this trip is far more God ordained than I ever imagined it would be. My mind continues to be blown.
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose"- Romans 8:28
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