In the distance I could hear the sounds of approaching boats, and a big smile stretched across my face in anticipation of what I would catch. Roaring up the river was a red boat pulling a tuber behind it. Just as I was about to strike, the tuber fell off and the boat had to circle around to reel him back in. Right behind them were a school of boats swiftly moving toward me. Last fish pun I promise. Each one trying to out do the other, and sending spray toward the sky. Swinging my long lens around; I fired off many frames like a door gunner on helicopter as my subjects raced by me. Soon there were more boats approaching, but as I prepared to photograph them; I noticed the way the sun was dancing across the wakes the boats had left behind. The action I had been seeking on the water was not what I thought it was.
In that moment, I knew this was what I was hoping for even though I didn't seek it out. It just happened right before me, and I just photographed. The sun danced for me across the water in rolling copper, orange and gold color separated by deep blackness. The sound of the boats went unheard as I stood there and took frame after frame of this jittery light show stretching form shore to shore. The hair on the back of my neck was standing and I felt really alive. For I realized that amongst all of those people; I was perhaps the only one who truly appreciated what was happening. These moments to me are part of what stitched my world together. Knowing that God was up there being an artist in hopes that somebody would notice. I noticed. God you are the author of all things wonderful. You stretch out your finger and paint upon the water. Your goodness and mercy are reflected in the rippling brush strokes from your artistic hands. The waves, like paper obey your commands and tell the story of your love for us. I am alive God, and I thank you for drawing me to this spot. To this moment and to your art show. To this unexpected action on the water.
Happy Shooting.
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