O, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth
| one touch of nature makes the whole world kin |
~ William Shakespeare
‘The earth has music for those who listen.’
~ George Santayana
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
From ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’
~ William Butler Yeats
What do you see in three yellow roses? I asked myself as I photographed my younger sister holding these flowers. We picked the flowers together from our Mother’s rose garden and then sought a suitable place and background to take a photograph. I was delighted with the way the photograph turned out. And in that moment and often in times gone by, there is another feeling I have felt when I capture of glimpse of nature. I am simply in awe of beauty. When I see these roses I see something more than the array of colours, the variety of shapes and sizes or the sweet smelling fragrance. I see beauty. And that beauty gives life to my soul. These roses do not have some mysterious power in their possession. What they do have is a reflection, a reflection of the one who created them.
The great theologian Jonathan Edwards once said, “For as God is infinitely the greatest Being, so he is allowed to be infinitely the most beautiful and excellent; and all the beauty to be found throughout the whole creation, is but the reflection of the diffused beams of that Being who hath an infinite fullness of brightness and glory.” Wherever we see creation we see the beauty of God. This is why I love photography. A photograph is a moment of God’s beauty captured. The beauty that we behold points to Him. In the prayer of St Augustine, ‘’The Beauty of Creation Bears Witness to God’, eloquently describes beauty and its relation to God:
Question the beauty of the earth,
the beauty of the sea,
the beauty of the wide air around you,
the beauty of the sky;
question the order of the stars,
the sun whose brightness lights the days,
the moon whose splendour softens the gloom of night;
question the living creatures that move in the waters,
that roam upon the earth,
that fly through the air;
the spirit that lies hidden,
the matter that is manifest;
the visible things that are ruled,
the invisible things that rule them;
question all these.
They will answer you: “Behold and see, we are beautiful.”
Their beauty is their confession to God.
Who made these beautiful changing things,
if not one who is beautiful and changeth not?
These three yellow roses say (to paraphrase St Augustine), “Behold and see, we are beautiful. Our beauty is our confession to God, our Creator”. All of creation displays a reflection of God’s beauty. If what we see on earth is only a reflection of His beauty. His beauty is beyond comprehension! What do you see in three yellow roses? I see beauty and a reflection of the Creator.
By Nina Joan
Mt Mee, Queensland
Summer break has finally started so I thought I would get back into photography.
I went for a drive into the mountains and national park. The hills always seem so green and luscious.
There is something about the cool mountain air that always leaves on refreshed.
Hope you are having a great week:)
New Farm Park, Brisbane
In October every year, New Farm Park in Brisbane comes alive in a glorious display of purple. The avenue through the park is aligned with a canopy of Jacarandas on either side. The leaves fall to the ground and creates a carpet of purple flowers. The jacarandas only blossom for a short time and invades the beautiful park with the powerful purple. I have always loved the display of colour in October, the sometimes dull and dreary streets come alive in with the colours of springtime and you can’t help but feel alive too. If you are ever in Brisbane make sure you visit New Farm Park, located only a few minutes away from the CBD and the Brisbane River.It is truly one of the icons of Brisbane.
Dorothea Mackellar, one of Australia’s most iconic poets wrote the well known poem; My Country. A homesick Mackellar wrote the words to this poem when she was in England. She longed to be back in the land that she loved and penned these words to show how much she loved Australia.
I am Australian and deeply love my country. The words of this poem have touched me since I first read it as a little girl and throughout my journeys in Australia the words are often in my heart. As I take photographs of this great, wide and beautiful land I know that I am blessed to live in the greatest country in the world.
Here is my favourite verse from the poem and I hope my photograph above, helps to illustrate the beauty of this great land.
‘I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!’
Doubtful Sound is a glorious place to visit. In the south island of New Zealand, Doubtful Sound is a silent beauty. The cruise through the sound shows the mountains towering over the water, creating an atmosphere of complete awe. It is well worth a visit, it is a place you have to feel and see with your own eyes to really appreciate its beauty.