April 3, 2010
Yesterday morning, before dawn, I loaded my camera bag with all its lenses so that I would have every contingent covered for my mission. My plan was to walk to the farthest points of the Island on each side to capture images of what I had seen days before.
I walked quite a distance along the shore waiting for the sun to be in position behind me for what I envisioned. Since for me it was Good Friday, I had also made a commitment to God, and myself, that I would make a ‘gift of thanks’ for the Great Sacrifice.
The pieces of wood I sought were there and waiting.
Finally, branches of color, some of the first small flowers to bloom throughout the Island, presented themselves on my path home.
I gave gratitude in the only way I could while on this Island: by creating new work. In the Zen tradition, I made a low, gentle bow to each piece of wood and flower I photographed and in so doing honored God’s great Universe and the grace bestowed upon me.