blossoms fade; wild violets
bending keep vigil
sometimes a bright spring
morning may turn into the
very darkest day
Here are two panoramas I took recently, the first of which is technically more sound. In the second, I forgot to use the same exposure for each of the shots and so, despite some attempts at remedy, I got this pieced together, reconstructed look, which along with the lomography effect that I employed, actually looks rather interesting and contributes to the theme of the image, I feel. I did want to acknowledge, though, that it was a happy accident, derived from a sad, sad scene.
It has been a hard couple of years for this my congregation, with a number of deaths, unexpected and heartbreaking. Walking through the sanctuary last Wednesday night, I appreciated this dramatic, though serene, lighting along with a banner which reflects our anticipation and longing for the glory of God to be made manifest in the Earth. It all seems appropriate for Lent, as we wait again to hear, to know, the promise of Easter.
flakes, the pavements slushy grey
ash wednesday snow