bokeh... maybe.

She tells me to learn about bokeh.

So, I googled it, of course. 

Bokeh is basically blur, out of focus, except it's done on purpose, and  it's 

highly effective in making whatever you want to stand out and be seen clearly.

A contrast so big that you can't miss that which you are to meant to see.

How cool would it be if God saw the people on earth in bokeh? 

" The Lord looks down from heaven on the children of man, to see if there are any who understand, who seek after God."
Psalm 14:2

magnitude.

The Lead Singer held out on me. 

I'm not mad, but after asking him a few more questions about his Nikon, I know now about an important button. the Fstop.  yeah.. it's a pretty important one. I'm still learning of course. I haven't even begun to figure out white balance and ISO, or are they the same thing?  Ugh, learning a new skill of this magnitude takes time, I know. 

  He's so good to help my brain learn a new skill.  He doesn't get why I even want to learn, but he teaches anyways.  My own why becomes clearer as I listen to him and spend time in the snow.

It's painting.

It's communication.

It's worship.

 and as I'm outside in frigid weather I begin to wonder. 

Will I ever look at snow the same way again? 

 I hear whispers of my Creator in my almost frozen shut ear.

"The hairs of his head were white like wool, 

as white as snow." Revelation 1:14

My Jesus. My Savior. My Deliverer. 

White as snow in appearance. 

Perfect. Spotless. 

Covering all that surrounds me.

and as I stand there gasping for the words to give back to Him. 

"Oh my soul magnifies the Lord" 

was all I could come up with. 

but somehow, when I realize

 the magnitude of white around me. 

those words just seem appropriate. 

a hairy bit of joy.

 I was awaken with a sense that He wanted to meet me there. Out there in the cold. Away from life here at the farm. Just me and Him, and he says.. " grab a camera. I have things I want to show you."  

Gathering the Lead Singer's Nikon, I trudge out in the cold.. wandering around. Looking for what God would have me see.  I drive slow, try to notice everything. I don't want to miss it.  

And I did take pictures, lots. And I'm certain that you'd want to see them..if only iphoto would let me have them.  So until the thoughts can be mustered up into words that won't fall away void.  I'll show you a piece of joy that iphoto will give up....

 

"You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; 

you have loosed me sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, 

that my glory may sing Your praise and not be silent.

 O Lord my god, I will give thanks to you forever!" Psalm 30 11-12

the subtle difference

The red dress never had to panic as I picked the fabric off the bolt at the store.

It never had to worry if it would get changed, or renewed. 

all it had to do was allow me the rebuilder to rebuild it.

and wow I sucked at that job.

In fact, the red dress wreck is now in the trash.

 After tearing and sewing more than any other article I have ever sewn. 

It's done. 

I can't make it beautiful. 

I tried.

The green skirt is my grandma's fabric, i think. might have been my mom's, but the point is.

It's been sitting in a box, comfortable. safe and secure. happy.

Until I found it yesterday and you can call me crazy, 

but I really did hear it scream and panic when I took the scissors to it.

 It was fabric, but it became so much more, 

just because I as the creator had a purpose and a plan.

not to rebuild the fabric from a pattern,

but to create something that I needed and could use.

The green skirt was scared, and confused. weak.

until all the cutting and sewing was all over. 

 Now it's the green skirt that's in the closet of the creator, to be worn and used. 

and the red dress wreck is in the trash, gone forever. 

"Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness, and the rivers in the desert." Isaiah 43:19