As I step onto the wet morning grass, the smell of the waking flowers and the early morning breeze consumes me. I take a few steps toward the horizon and gently hold my camera between my hands. I walk over to the gravel pathway and I begin to walk. This is my time to think, to wonder. There are no worries out here; no friends, no boys, no school, no parents. Just my camera, me, and the sunrise. I can be anything I desire to be, strive to be. I point my camera to the sky, and capture the warm sunrise. I turn down a side street, and stumble upon a young girl with her beautiful dog. I take a shot, never wanting to forget childhood and all that it offers. I long for those days, where I had no care in the world, except to enjoy my life. I continue down the narrow drive; just my camera, me, and the sunrise. I come across an old, abandoned church house, and begin to relive my religious past. I think of my old churches, and how much I miss the way they used to be and how I miss the amazing relationships that were formed. I think about how much God has impacted my life and how important He is to me. I raise my camera to eye level, and I capture the antique beauty of the place, and all that it symbolizes for me. I stride back over to the sidewalk, and just sit. This is my time to think, and wonder. Just my camera, me, and the sunrise.
Just My Camera, Me, and the Sunrise
December 13, 2007