It's a transforming power. Shabby, disintegrating buildings and rising damp mellow with an exquisite softness in the early morning light. In that moment they become alluring, enchanting.
The hopeful fisherman and his trusty rod glisten in the first rays of dawn. Who would have thought that a few lowly fishermen and their tackle could create such an emotive picture?
Whether it's the soft, forgiving early morning light or the mellow rays of late afternoon sunshine, light has the power to reshape the commonplace into something exceptional.
I allowed what was going on inside of me to obscure that was happening for her. Ironically, it's photography that’s taught me that sometimes all I need to do is move a few feet and shoot from another angle to get the right light on an image, and maybe if I’d shifted my perspective a little I could have been there for her in meaningful ways.
Not many things surpass that feeling you get when someone is excited to see you, when their face radiates that wonderful delight because you are there.
I’ve experienced that a bit lately. One of the inevitabilities of getting old is going to more funerals. The other inevitability is meeting up with other friends who’ve come to say their goodbyes. Some you haven’t seen for 20 or 30 years, maybe longer. They’ve aged as you’ve aged, but the excitement at catching up again after all those years is extraordinary. The years fall away and there is joy and laughter and light all around.
I have people in my life who make me come alive. They bring light and joy with them, a generosity of spirit, a sense of humour and an ability to have fun. Their transparency shines through and they open doors to hear my heart and make space in their life for me. Often they give me a fresh perspective, shed new light that helps me see something differently.
They are light bearers.
Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see. Roy T. Bennett