...for another band. (Move over, Mumford & Sons.)
Saturday, June 02, 2012
Friday, June 01, 2012
Jonathan Canlas. He's a photographer who works exclusively with film. He wrote a book called Film Is Not Dead, which I devoured in an afternoon/evening. I checked it out from the library, but I may have to buy my own copy, because it is a book I'd like to refer to again and again. See, I just got my first film SLR last week (about 17 years after I first wanted one), and just finished my first roll of Fuji 400H yesterday. As I experiment (and mess up) with film, I'd like to keep learning from the master.
Kristin M. Young. Another photographer. She works with digital and film, and creates some sublimely beautiful images. She lives in Florida with her husband and five (soon to be six!) beautiful children, and she loves the Lord. Can I say "beautiful" one more time?
Friends and people I've been meeting in "real life". I've been brought to the brink of tears more than once this week thinking about how God has blessed me, not with material things, but with friendship, just when I needed it the very most.
What's inspiring you?
Kristin M. Young. Another photographer. She works with digital and film, and creates some sublimely beautiful images. She lives in Florida with her husband and five (soon to be six!) beautiful children, and she loves the Lord. Can I say "beautiful" one more time?
Friends and people I've been meeting in "real life". I've been brought to the brink of tears more than once this week thinking about how God has blessed me, not with material things, but with friendship, just when I needed it the very most.
What's inspiring you?
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Today, Miss M was marching around shouting, "Camera! Camera! Camera!" (More like, "Camma! Camma! Camma!") She has a tiny green toy camera that she got as a party favor. About a week or two ago, she shoved it under the fridge, and I never bothered to fish it out. Obviously, she wants it back, but I'm not too keen on trying to reach under the fridge to get it. Too dark and mysterious down there. So, this afternoon, in a flash of brilliance, I remembered the Holga I never use. I let her play with it. She was thrilled.
"Yay! Camma!"
"I camma!"
"BIG camma!"
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Riding in the car on the way to Shabbat service, trying to listen to an NPR interview with Idina Menzel, but barely being able to hear it because my toddler is singing too loudly.
Friday, May 18, 2012
For You, O LORD, have made me glad by what You have done, I will sing for joy at the works of Your hands. (Psalm 92:4)
Today I photographed a birth for the first time ever.
It was a home birth, in a birthing pool, attended by a midwife and her assistant.
I got to see a healthy baby boy being ushered into the world, and hear is first (very strong) cries.
I got to see the awe on the faces of his three older siblings as they met him for the very first time.
It was beautiful.
I totally want to do this again.
Today I photographed a birth for the first time ever.
It was a home birth, in a birthing pool, attended by a midwife and her assistant.
I got to see a healthy baby boy being ushered into the world, and hear is first (very strong) cries.
I got to see the awe on the faces of his three older siblings as they met him for the very first time.
It was beautiful.
I totally want to do this again.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
A speaker at the women's retreat told us about a time that she fell into a deep depression. It was so deep and dark that she felt she had fallen into a cave where her eyes could never adjust to the lack of light. She felt paralyzed with fear, because when you're in a cave and you can't see, you don't know what's ahead of you. It could be an even deeper pit to fall into.
This dark depression was so all-encompassing that she ended up being hospitalized.
For the three months or so that she was in the hospital, she felt there was no hope. She tried to read the Bible, but its words couldn't penetrate the darkness of her heart. She felt that God was so far away.
She decided to try memorizing Scripture. Maybe eventually the words she was uttering emptily would start to mean something, would inject a laser-thin ray of hope into her darkness.
She came across this verse:
Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. (James 1:2-4)
At first, memorizing that whole verse proved to be too taxing for her weary mind. So, she would just repeat the first four words. Consider it all joy, consider it all joy, consider it all joy....
She joked that her non-Christian therapist thought she was truly crazy when she repeated that phrase, because how could she consider a serious depression like that joy?
She couldn't explain fully how she emerged from that depression, but somehow she did. She thought it would never end, but it did. She endured, and the depression did not.
In the notes she gave us, she ended with a question, a word of advice, and a verse:
Do you long for something this world can't provide? This dissatisfaction is a thirst of the soul for God. Run to the One who alone can quench that thirst.
He satisfies the longing soul, and fills the hungry soul with goodness. (Psalm 107:9)
This dark depression was so all-encompassing that she ended up being hospitalized.
For the three months or so that she was in the hospital, she felt there was no hope. She tried to read the Bible, but its words couldn't penetrate the darkness of her heart. She felt that God was so far away.
She decided to try memorizing Scripture. Maybe eventually the words she was uttering emptily would start to mean something, would inject a laser-thin ray of hope into her darkness.
She came across this verse:
Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. (James 1:2-4)
At first, memorizing that whole verse proved to be too taxing for her weary mind. So, she would just repeat the first four words. Consider it all joy, consider it all joy, consider it all joy....
She joked that her non-Christian therapist thought she was truly crazy when she repeated that phrase, because how could she consider a serious depression like that joy?
She couldn't explain fully how she emerged from that depression, but somehow she did. She thought it would never end, but it did. She endured, and the depression did not.
In the notes she gave us, she ended with a question, a word of advice, and a verse:
Do you long for something this world can't provide? This dissatisfaction is a thirst of the soul for God. Run to the One who alone can quench that thirst.
He satisfies the longing soul, and fills the hungry soul with goodness. (Psalm 107:9)
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