An eagle soars over wind-tossed tree tops. A slow, steady rain drips from my studio gutter onto an empty cedar bench. Birdsong prevails as they circle dry places. A lone silver fox stops on its trek to somewhere and stares at me. We lock gazes. He moves on. I stay. The cedar bench remains empty, yet my eyes are full for they have been walked upon.
This poem was written while in my studio after completing the final work on the first images for my new venture launched in 2010: Lee Anne’s Photo Journal Chronicles. My vision of merging two things I love doing, photography and writing, was realized through God’s grace in the form of these photo journals. In so doing, I was, and am, able to present to you continuing photo journal chronicles that strive to be inspirational and thought provoking with a modest attempt to help us all ‘renew our minds.’
As of this writing, I have changed the title of these pages to The Covenant Chronicles – Inspirational Images And Words To Consider. I made a silent covenant with the Lord six years ago when the silver fox gazed directly into my eyes. The covenant consisted of my personal commitment to the Lord: utilize His gifts to me to create the ‘painterly’ images that now fill these many pages; to write truth from my heart; and produce this work with humility (at which I have failed many times!) … and that it all be for His glory. This was our agreement; our covenant. God’s commitment to me was already made: He provided me with an eye to ‘reveal a truth’ in the photographed subjects through the lens of my camera, and the sheer rapture of penning words into sentences. What joy! Thank You!
As to the silver fox? I knew I would not lay eyes upon him again: His job was done.
The following image was taken with a film camera many years ago. I waited all morning for the rebirth of this chive in my garden. It heralded the time of renewal that spring brings: a genuine resurrection, emerging from dormant, seemingly lifeless, winter soil into the day’s dazzling light. The chive flower was tightly enclosed into its protective bud for many days. Finally, on this particular early morning, I saw the first hint of pink color at the very tip of its long, slender green stem. I knew if I waited it would open that day. In late afternoon, it was born again! With my old Nikon F-100 (oh how I miss the sound of its shutter release!), I began shooting the chive from several angles in rapid succession. Since this was a film camera, I had no preview of the image, yet I knew the Great Author guided my eye. I quietly said, Thank you Lord. I felt I had just caressed one of His glories-of-nature.
John 3: 5-8 (English Standard Version)
Jesus answered, “Truly, truly I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter the Kingdom of God. That which is born of flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. Do not marvel that I said to you, ‘You must be born again.’ The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.”
May our Lord richly bless and keep each of you in His strong, loving care ….