A photowalk opened yet another opportunity to practice detail recovery of a backlit image.
I took a “mental health” day to get out with my camera and take some pictures.
My hope is my public willingness to dream and imagine will encourage others to do the same.
Will was lying in his bed, wearing the same clothes he’d been wearing the night Bug had woken him up those many months ago. Nothing in his room seemed amiss, which wasn’t what he was expecting.
I’ve not said much about the struggles of Puerto Rico and much of the Caribbean caused by the “one-two” punch of hurricanes Irma and Maria. This isn’t because I felt the topic unworthy. Witnessing that much destruction was overwhelming. When I’m overwhelmed I need time to ponder. My initial pondering has run its course, and it’s past time I highlight this struggle in this space.
Sunday mornings are a bit odd for me. I love worship, but getting to the opening of our worship time takes a bit of work. I go over my sermon, check my slides, set up our project and computer, make sure the heat it working, and then greet folks as they come into the building…
Gazing at the irony
