The mist was rising from the fields of stubble and the sun was beginning to peek over the hills beyond and it made me think of “catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam” and that always brings a tear to my eye, patriot that I am.
So, I stopped the car, put on my hazards, and got out. I looked long at that sunrise and decided to share it.
But the photo never catches the light quite right.
So much of what we call art is an attempt to catch the light, or to shine light into dark places. And why not? We are creators created in the the image of the Creator and He said, “Let there be light.”
But we can only do so much.
Vacationers take pictures of miracle sunsets and if they’re skilled or lucky, the photos look like advertisements for spiced rum or suntan lotion. They never reflect even a fraction of the beauty that was in the moment.
The painters I love the best are the ones who try to catch the light and catch the moment. The Dutch masters, Hudson River School, and oh my Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro.
Even writers try to catch the light. C.S. Lewis describes that dark moment before the dawn in his resurrection scene in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. That moment when dawn begins to break but you’re not quite sure if it’s your imagination that things are lighter and you can’t quite pinpoint when it started to happen. That scene will break your heart.
Light is fleeting. Light changes with the angle, the second, the object which reflects. And THIS sunset, THIS candle flame, THIS particle of light, this moment will never exist again.
Live in the moment. Live in the light.