Undressing Your Landscape

The water ripples, reflecting bits of sun, but even still, the child’s refection is dark

 and his face is down.

This is where I stand to take the picture, this is the angle I choose.
Is he happy? Is he sad? Could he be scared or confused? Is he simply content?....

Where is the child and who is that behind him?
Is that person safe?

Or is this person someone who says he's to be trusted but

to the mature eye not one to be trusted at all.

How do we know unless more is exposed?

 How do we know any different as we grow unless we expose the dark we did, the dark we went through, the dark done to us, the dark we wrestle with today?

We will know or live no differently unless it comes out of that black place? 

What could be seen on the other side of dark, called light, unless we start to feel this light just a little?

How do we know this place of light, unless we let the One called Light, know us?

Would we dare to allow this Light to touch us?

Would we test the welcoming of It even with the paralleling fear of pain that comes

 luring with this welcoming? 

Do we risk learning ways to see things in a different color, with a new angle,

with changing eyes, and the warmth of rays?

There is Only One who says I let light shine out of darkness for the darkness is but light to Me! 

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The toddler's cheeks are curled with laughter; he glows into his refection, and has little knowledge of the how the sun kisses him as it sketches the edges of his shape. He's surrounded by life, Chlorophyll life! How would one know this unless the picture were taken at a low angle, exposing the face, showing off natures call of duty; to sit beautiful!

The back ground swirls with a bokeh  of lime greens, whites, chestnuts and browns... he's happy, he knows it and he loves where he is and who he is with. He's exposed and he's safe. One day he will understan that He's known by a the One who drew every inch of his image and who will call out to Him as He grows so that He cannot deny that there is in fact, Light in the darkness of the world he pilgrims upon...there is light in the shadows as he waits for the trumpet to sound.

                

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Here's a typical front shot of subjects upon church steps. The architecture of the building hardly shows the beauty, the lines, and the curves it should. The metal rails are an eye sore and don't give justice to the majestic feel under the roofed edge I know hides beneath the arches.

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Now here we are... tucked under the nook of this historically restored, inner-city church.

Under the arches that sing, 'Holy is the Lord,' I find my lighting.

 Beneath the lanterns that call out to the night; I make sure they are seen hung in my fame.

Against the deep brunette doors dancing with stained glass and antique door handles my boys rest. Here the subjects take shade from the bright light called Sun.

They sit, they play, I snap the camera...

 and God displays His glory through my lens.

These pictures and words were submitted to The High Calling Photoplay challenge.

http://www.thehighcalling.org/culture/photoplay-undress-your-landscape