Well, I had a chance to show the wedding pictures I took to the bride and groom this week.
They liked them. That makes me happy.
I was reflecting over the last couple of days about the joy I feel in creating, but how it is amplified so much when I can share it. It's funny - I used to think I was in introvert; I used to feel pretty content living a very internal life. But I've discovered that even a very solitary kind of experience - taking pictures of wildflowers at dawn in a deserted park - is not truly solitary for me.
I love the sight that inspires me to try and capture that beauty in the first place, even when my eyes are the only ones that see it. I love the activity of waiting for the light, finding the angle, getting the focus, and making the shot. I love the feeling that comes when I look at it and know that, somehow, what I have is more than a reproduction of what touched me, but that the beauty is truly there, and that, sometimes, it's even magnified in the act of being captured.
But what I love the most is sharing it. I love it when a picture or song or piece of writing moves someone... I want to be a creator, but not just a creator. I want to be a participant in people's lives, and whether it is through a talk, a meal, or a piece of art, that's what I'm really longing for.
And sometimes I'm lucky enough to get it.
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I feel the same way... I can be quite happy doing things alone for hours on end... but eventually, it's no fun anymore unless I get to share it. And intellectual loneliness is some of the worst for me... seminary was a nightmare - learning deep things, nobody to share it with. I burned out completely.
I still love those wedding shots. They are so rich and beautiful. On a color standpoint, #38 always blows me away. But from an emotional standpoint... #13 gets me every single time.
More - beyond being extraverted or introverted, we just need fellowship... and art in all its forms was designed for that. We all need and thrive on some measure of applause. Man wasn't good alone... and woman was never made to be alone at all. And a baby alone... well, just think Romanian or Russian orphanages.
Dandy and I were ruminating on that in comments on her post...
https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3282066901042820880&postID=1998175980941460537
(Dandy is still ruminating about this).
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