There’s a place I go when I need to center.
When my spirit feels a bit ruffled.
When I have just a moment.
I go to Just… a Moment.
Susan Etole sees deep.
She finds the incredible through her camera lens and pairs her images with simple words.
Like these lines from Monday’s post entitled A Little Daydream.
Spring with her illusive ways beckons hope, and hope responds with gentle light and then she leaves a hint of verdurous dreams.
And sometimes humorous words.
Like these from her post entitled Temptations.
Temptations offer more than they deliver unless, of course, it’s dessert, in which case the gain can be quite substantial.
Sometimes she’ll share some scripture, a quote, a bit of poetry, some longer prose.
But always simple words and deep (and sometimes light) thoughts, paired with simple and beautiful images of her northern Minnesota landscape or wildlife or indoor stills.
She sees things we walk right past.
Things we probably just miss.
I love what she says in an interview over at The High Calling.
I look for the little details that our eye often misses. The minute bug, a leaf’s intricate vein, the way the light falls, the eyelashes on the deer. The “happy accidents” that are not of my making but that I feel are an answer to prayer. It feels like I’ve received an intimate gift from the Lord when I download an image and there’s an awe about it for me.
I so get that.
The “happy accidents.”
I know that rush when I download an image and see something I did not see when I took the picture.
Susan is a photography editor over at The High Calling, and her profile states that “I spend my time enjoying the extraordinary in the ordinary in Northern Minnesota.”
She herself is extraordinary.
A sweet spirit.
She points me toward the Author of the extraordinary.
And if I have more than just a moment, if I have a lot of moments, I’ll spend more than just a moment at her blog.
I don’t want to miss any of her posts.
You won’t either.