For years I’ve dabbled in photography, snapping candid shots of my children that attempt to capture my delight in their being, or my sons’ senior pictures —freeze frames of the beauty I glimpse in their expressions, their unabashed joie de vivre. Photography occasionally manages to capture the depth of a moment for me in ways that even video can’t. It somehow stills a frame of life and allows that moment to be illuminated with an intricate scrollwork of adoration; contemplation; the wonder of what’s passed before my eyes.
Snapshots for Lent
Snapshots for Lent
Snapshots for Lent
For years I’ve dabbled in photography, snapping candid shots of my children that attempt to capture my delight in their being, or my sons’ senior pictures —freeze frames of the beauty I glimpse in their expressions, their unabashed joie de vivre. Photography occasionally manages to capture the depth of a moment for me in ways that even video can’t. It somehow stills a frame of life and allows that moment to be illuminated with an intricate scrollwork of adoration; contemplation; the wonder of what’s passed before my eyes.