One of the important and unexpected by-products of using a camera is the way it trains you in paying attention, and herefore seeing things otherwise overlooked. It isn't only the subject of the photo, but the perspective, the capacity of framing to focus and interpret what is there. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't; there are moments of pure revelation and you know, you just know, you have captured a moment never to be repeated. There are times when what seemed innocuous begins to form into significance, and you see the world differently.
I've looked through some of the photos taken in the last two months and chosen a few which express what for me was a new way of looking and seeing the world, of gazing and beholding the place I am, of noticing and attending to the moment in time that brings me here, now. In that sense a photo is more than a memory – the act of taking a photo is an inner response to what presents itself to us. And if we listen to what is said in that being present to the moment, we come quite near to some forms of contemplative prayer in which our inner preoccupations are relinquished to make room for that which is beyond us, that which summons us and invites our attention.
Each of these photos is such a moment of listening, encounter and presence.
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