This image is the one that jumped out to me this morning. I have spent the last 30 minutes 'digitally modifying' it as is my wont. I am pleased with the piece in the fact that it is bright, colorful, and full of mundaneness. This is a wall of a small Episcopal church in Honduras. Through the window is a clothesline in the yard of the home next door. The absolutely non-sacred placement is what struck me. Here God is where man is, there is no set-apart place for them. Poverty allows little separateness.
Photography, and my adaptations of it, tend to cleanse the images of the actual horror of the poorness of the lives in Honduras. It is a shame that we are shielded from that even in our attempts to share it. Perhaps that is one of the things that Christ pondered as he walked a line none of us would dare, as he was stripped of his 'laundry,' and hung out for the world to scorn.
May this day be flooded with clarity and may the layers of gauze be slowly stripped from our eyes.
Peace, B
1 comment:
A picture's worth. Profound
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