Photography as Prayer

Spring green is sprouting everywhere around my mom’s house, where we spent yesterday afternoon snacking and playing after Easter brunch. I couldn’t help taking my camera out for a spring scavenger hunt, looking for little treasures that were budding, bursting or blooming. And as I did, it struck me how much photography feels like a form of prayer to me.

Through the lens of my camera, every thing matters. I see God in the details: the perfectly spaced veins of a leaf, the aging but still-protective bark of an old tree, the calming blanket of a clear blue sky.

So often, I am kneeling or bending or stretching to get a shot, keenly aware of my limbs and muscles, and laser-focused on how I can reach my subject. When the wind blows, I wait for the leaf or flower or branch I’m wrapped up in to stop swaying, leaning or fluttering. And as I do, I am forced to be still, too.

I revel in joy and surprise, using my camera to show gratitude for the blessings in my midst.

And sometimes I just sit in awe, witness to an obvious miracle. Grateful for the chance to see it. Grateful.


Liv Lane

Liv Lane

As an intuitive adviser, author & teacher, I help brave-hearted women illuminate their paths to purpose through powerful classes, individual readings, workshops and writings. This blog, started in 2006, chronicles my journey and offers light for yours. Thrilled you're here!
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