When Everything Became Black and White

On a North Dakota morning in July, I rose before the sun to begin a leg of my journey home to Washington. In the states where the sun dares to shine all day, driving into the sunset isn’t a poetic ending, it’s a  sun-blinding disaster when you get to the Rocky Mountains in Montana.

As always, my camera was standing by in automatic mode for quick shots through the windows as I drove on the country roads that were being utilized by only one car – mine.

After living nearly half my life on the prairie, I knew a new day wouldn’t  merely begin.

The

sun

would

rise.

It’s the kiss of Creation that greets us every day.

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The glory reminds us  there’s new mercies, new strength, and new hope for each day.

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The prairie scenery, tinged with wisps of heavenly color and wrapped in fog, was a comforting and familiar friend. In my fumbling to capture the scenes searing peace into my soul, I accidentally moved a button on my camera.

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When I pulled into an approach to shoot this abandoned barn, I was stunned by the image on my screen. Raw beauty stood starkly in the absence of color.

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I had unknowingly changed the way I saw the world.

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It’s not that we don’t enjoy the beauty of color, we long for clarity. simplicity. understanding. We want to easily identify and categorize every aspect of our lives.

Our longing for for black and white grows from real lives that can be complicated. burdensomeoverwhelming. Lack of understanding and moments of weak faith may cause us to illogically pursue easy answers instead of endurance.

If only it were as easy to change our emotional and spiritual view as our view through the viewfinder.

 

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In case the heat of the day makes us forget the promise of the morning, we’re reminded again in the evening.  We can’t let our longing for black and white strip our enjoyment in creation and our loving Creator.

And that Montana sunset I was driving into?  It was as resplendent as the promise of the North Dakota sunrise.

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10 Responses to When Everything Became Black and White

  1. Kim Vandel October 21, 2013 at 3:21 pm #

    Thanks for sharing this, Mindy. What a great reminder.

    • Mindy October 22, 2013 at 1:55 pm #

      I appreciate the encouragement, Kim. Thanks for taking the time to support my writing life!

  2. bleachersnews October 21, 2013 at 3:37 pm #

    these picture of the stark abandoned barn the beauty of the prairie long summer days make pine for the west..good stuff

    • Mindy October 22, 2013 at 1:55 pm #

      Thanks for stopping by. I feel the same way about missing the midwest. Not that I want to move back, but I certainly love and appreciate what I gained from living there.

  3. Tandis October 21, 2013 at 7:25 pm #

    “Our longing for for black and white grows from real lives that can be complicated. burdensome. overwhelming. Lack of understanding and moments of weak faith may cause us to illogically pursue easy answers instead of endurance.”

    Very true.

    Thank you for sharing your pictures and thoughts. 🙂

    • Mindy October 22, 2013 at 1:56 pm #

      You’re so welcome! Love you!

  4. Kendra October 21, 2013 at 11:50 pm #

    Deep thoughts!

    • Mindy January 24, 2014 at 6:44 pm #

      I always think more clearly when I am back in my most familiar surroundings in the Midwest. Plus, you think better when you’re not in heart-attack causing traffic.

  5. wholeheartedhome October 29, 2013 at 6:21 pm #

    I loved your pictures and especially the black and white ones. You know, Ansel Adams became famous with his black and white pictures. Maybe fame is ahead for you?!

    • Mindy January 24, 2014 at 6:45 pm #

      Judith, thank you so much for your kind praise. Yes, I love Ansel Adams. When I bought my first Nikon FG, I worked for a newspaper and all my photography was b/w. Of course, my shots weren’t as stunning as his…still trying 30 years later…

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