My father who is
Always will be…
Hallowed be Your Name
Our Father in Heaven
Sent the Son
God with us
Sacrificed for us all
Ascended to Our Father
Sent the Spirit
Your Kingdom Come.
Your kingdom come
…is in the process of coming…
May your will be done down here
Exactly as it is where you are
May Our Father’s will be done by the
Wanting nothing more than
To Be Loved
Give us this day
Thank you, Father, for another day.
Give us what we need
To bless others
To see passed ourselves
Because life is broken.
Forgive our debts.
The ways we have hurt others.
May we forgive those who owe us
As You have forgiven us
By Death to self.
Our small foot inside your larger print
One step at a time
May we follow the narrow path
Away from temptation
Marching toward home.
Stretch your arms wide before us
May your sacrifice
From the onslaught of the
He only wishes to destroy
You long for restoration
We will one day live again
Oh! House of Heroes fans, I almost forgot this picture from the Spring Arbor show! I was so disappointed when I pulled this one up on my computer. The “awesomeness” potential in this shot breaks my heart! If I had done a few things differently, this might have been my favorite of the night.
I had stepped back away from the show to try to get some shots of the whole band, the whole stage. This required adjusting exposure settings (because I was much further from the light source, photography stuff, blah, blah). Well, when I went back to the front of the crowd, this moment happened.
That’s all it was, a brief moment. And…guess what…I failed to adjust settings before shooting! No time to adjust settings and shoot again. I tried. A few buttons pushed and dials twirled and it was too late. On Stage, rockers don’t hold still…well…ever. I could have probably done something with it if there was any detail in both faces. But, alas, Jared is faceless. Still, looking at it now makes me shake my head. Ugh!
Here was my solution: Make it about the guitars.
Of course, I edited this one. It was ridiculous how much time I spent correcting wacky color and touching up light and dark spots. I don’t know if the end product was worth the time I spent on it. But, eh, maybe it’s not half bad?
Here’s a bit of horrible irony: all of those shots of the stage that caused me to change camera settings? Yeah, they’re on the digital equivalent of the cutting room floor.
Well…what can I learn from this?
First, be conscious of camera settings before shooting. Don’t get so caught up in the moment that you forget what you’re doing! An opportunity for a fantastic shot might present itself, but it may only last for a few seconds…maybe less! Be ready!
Second, even though the rough photo looks useless or mediocre, there might be some editing or cropping that can be done to improve it or hide the flaws that you notice. Someone else might not notice them at all! However, the best photos are ones that don’t need a lot of digital work to fix problems. I would rather use editing programs to enhance and already great photo, instead of trying to resurrect one that may never have the breath of wonder in it.
Last, try to be more objective. If it helps, maybe try to look at you own work like someone else took the photo. This photo didn’t necessarily end up my favorite from the night, but it’s not a total loss. I think about 50% of the time I throw out a photo because I compare it to the experience. Perhaps I was trying to catch a certain emotion, or I had a specific vision for that shot. When I look at the rough photo I’m disappointed because my expectations are too high or it doesn’t live up to a certain vision. If I would look at other photos more objectively, I wonder how many of them I would develop. I am, after all, my own worst critic. It’s the curse of the perfectionist.
It seems I have fallen off the earth! Well, not really. Winter has happened. This season does not agree well with me. I’m like Demeter that way, I suppose. My creative inspiration drifted away with the last warm breezes of late summer. All traces of imaginative inspiration laid buried under layers of frigid, colorless blankets of snow and ice. Hybernating with me have been Disciple’s concert photos from Ichthus. I was certain they had been posted. A new life was documented by my lens the first of December. I will share with you her beautiful newborn face. I also discovered most recently how difficult it is to take a self-portrait. I like a couple of them. So now that I’ve made some promises, the sun seems to be growing closer to my part of the world, birds are singing, and color is coming back into the world, I hope to log more of my world here.
Until next time…