She was tired. And tired of being tired. And the 95 degree heat wasn't helping her mood any. As she walked around the corner, the heat shimmering off the asphalt of the street did nothing to help lift her spirits. The little point and shoot camera she carried felt like just so much extra baggage, I mean, after all, what was there to take a picture of on the sterile downtown streets boiling under the summer sun at mid-day? She crossed the street when the little "walk" symbol lit up - and was almost run over by the teenage punk with his cellphone to his ear who ran the red light. No, today wasn't a good day. And she didn't see any indication that it was going to get better.
She hadn't been doing much creatively lately, the little camera had been sitting in her pocketbook, unused. Her art materials sat on their table at home, unused. She had originally planned to try to find something interesting to photograph in the meditation garden of the beautiful old church on the corner but the harsh sun baked the color out of everything it touched and the garden looked dry and barren. She had never been inside the church, all of the churches in the downtown area had to keep their doors locked unless services were going on or they would be robbed of everything that could be carried out. But she decided to walk up to the door and see if she could see inside. On an whim, she pulled on the door handle. The heavy wooden door opened - it was unlocked! Inside, the sanctuary was very softly lit and completely empty. Feeling very much like a trespasser she took out her little camera and walked slowly down the center aisle. On either side light shown brilliantly through massive stained glass windows but didn't penetrate enough to overcome the dim shadows. Knowing that the little camera couldn't handle the contrast of this kind of situation, she proceeded to take pictures anyway. Maybe one of them would be worth keeping.
Joy Journal: God's gift of beauty