As I strolled toward the parsonage after Portuguese class last night 1 I noticed an amazing glow around the street light on our corner. So I marched inside and grabbed my equipment to see if I could capture the scene in a photograph.
I love the many subtleties of this photograph. The glow of the street light dominates the frame, of course but it’s presence is also felt in an understated lens flare. The moisture on the few remaining leaves glistens in the faint light, joining the wet branches with a faint aura. The barren branches in the foreground provide a lovely silhouette, and the faint glow in the sky beyond gives everything an interesting cast.
It was unusually warm and wet the past two days, which encouraged the fog as a cold front moved in after dark. It’s probably a good metaphor for much of my life at the moment. I’m faced with many unusual circumstances, and the shifting climate of life is leaving me feeling as though I’m living in a perpetual fog. But, even so, there’s still beauty to be found.
- Central Baptist hosts a Brazilian congregation which is part of our family, this is one way we’re striving to become more integrated. ↩