The Prodigal Son, Rembrandt van Rijn, c. 1669, The Hermitage Museum, St Petersburg, Russia
I’ve enjoyed photography ever since I received my first Kodak camera when I was ten years old. Photos hold memories of travels and people and the experiences we’ve shared. They also have allowed me to dwell in God’s creation like birds at the zoo, or a mountain range at dawn, when a moment is captured forever.As we begin venturing out from the pandemic, I’m taking my digital camera along with me and I’m often amazed when I look at the images later that they aren’t exactly the way I remember them.My eyes and mind often distort an image, making me “see” it the way I want. I marvel at a beautiful rose only to find that when I later look at its image, I see that one petal is malformed, maybe caught in too much sunshine or too much rain.What photography is showing me is that things look differently depending upon the lens you are looking throu
