Practice Practice Practice


I joke a lot about all the random things I will photograph like the corn from last week or the number of flower pictures I have on my computer. I literally have thousands of images on my computer. As a matter of fact, the last time I emptied the trash bin on the computer there were over two thousand items deleted!

One of the reasons I take so many pictures is the idea, I believe, that beauty is and can be found in the most random of places and if we train ourselves to look for it we are better off humanly speaking. Cultivating an eye for the things that are pleasing to see can help ward off a lot of ingratitude. It’s hard for me to be fussy about dusting, one of my least favorite chores, when I take the time to notice the way the light looks falling through plant leaves and across nick knacks.

Taking pictures, for me, is another way for me to practice and train myself in the tenets of my faith. Being grateful, being mindful, viewing little as much and the simple as valuable, life coming out of death…these are things that anchor my life to something more than the here and now and is what enables me to withstand the chaos that we experience in daily, especially in these crazy times. It reminds me that there is much more to this world, to my life, than just what I feel or think.

So I practice seeing when I get behind my camera. I practice looking at things from different angles so I can get a bigger picture of what is going on. I practice looking at the insignificant so that I can recognize what is significant.

“Our failure is not that we chose earth over heaven: it is that we fail to see the divine in the earth, already active and working, pouring forth grace and spilling glory into our lives. Artists, whether they are professed believers or not, tap into this grace and glory. There is a ‘terrible beauty’ operating throughout creation. If Christ announced his postresurrection reality into the darkness, even into hell, as the Bible and Christian catechism suggests, then, as theologian Abraham Kuyper put it, there is not one inch of earth that Christ does not call “Mine!”
― Makoto Fujimura