I am very much a novice at night photography. At a recent class I came to appreciate anew the role of light in being able to see. Too little light and color is absent. Too much light and the scene appears surreal. A balanced amount of light and shutter speed allows the camera to capture a close approximation of what the eye and brain see naturally. This parallels my experience with grace. In times of depression I close myself off from the light of faith and loved ones who bring the graces of a colorful existence. In times of frenetic activity my perspective becomes distorted and the graces of rest and contemplation elude me. In times like now, when I live at a natural pace and allow myself to be vulnerable in admitting how much I have to learn, I marvel at the grace that abounds even in the darkness.
In photography and life, the light of grace I let in leaves a lasting impression that magnifies or distorts God’s truth and beauty. In both, practice and skill make it easier to capture and share the intersections of grace and humanity.
Graceful Intersections 