Musings on Chimney Rock

This past Sunday, a few friends and I visited Chimney Rock in Catoctin Mountain Park, a 3-mile round-trip hike to a wonderful view of the valley.  It being Sunday evening, we saw no one else on the trail.  The feeling of solitude and peace in the fairly young forest was refreshing.

Along the way up the trail, we conversed about all sorts of topics, before taking a detour at Wolf Rock, a spine running along the ridge that almost breaks above the treeline.  From there, it was clear that the sun had nearly set, and we walked quickly on, so as to reach Chimney Rock in time.

We watched the sunset for about half an hour and then hiked back to the car, walking to the beat of the cicadas - "All nature sings and round me rings the music of the spheres."

On the drive home, our conversation turned to spiritual things.  One of my friends voiced the question, "Why does God seem so different in the New and Old Testaments?  In the Old, He just seems mean."  It's a good question.  A fair question.  I, too, often struggle to comprehend how the God who became a man and died on a cross to ransom me from death could also condemn entire cities and nations to destruction.  Why would He, in giving the Israelites their promised land, command them to destroy everything and everyone in their path - including children? How does that fit with the notion of a loving God?

In talking about this, I was reminded of a story in the book of Genesis (please read it here), in which God had just made a covenant with Abraham and promised him a son, Issac.  Now, God has decided to destroy the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, for "the outcry against Sodom and Gomorrah is great and their sin is very grave."  But Abraham bargains with God, asking if He would save the cities should He find 50 righteous people living there.  God says He would do so, and Abraham keeps asking, until God says, yes, He would save those two cities if just 10 righteous people lived there.

Much could be written at this point.  I wish to remain brief, and for that reason, I will only focus on one aspect of this story, at the expense of several others.  What must be made clear, in this instance, is that God does have the right to judge sin; that is, rebellion and deliberate pursuit of evil.  However, God is also a God of mercy.  Were there just 10 righteous people in those cities, 10 people to intercede on behalf of all those who had deliberately chosen to defy God, God would relent in His anger and spare the city.

This, here, is the key.  God hates sin.  Not only is it a rebellion against Him, but it is also enslavement.  In this story, we see that Sodom and Gomorrah are enslaved by sin.  God's justice commands that it be eradicated and, if there is no one righteous to intercede on behalf of the sinner, that justice commands the death of the sinner.  But, if there is someone who can say "let my righteousness cover these who have sinned, that they may not be destroyed," God shows mercy.  This is His heart.  This is the Gospel.

In this conversation with Abraham, we see a foreshadowing of Christ.  Christ, the sinless Son of God, who interceded for the entire world, whose righteousness covers all who will trust and take for themselves this gift.


"For the sake of ten I will not destroy it," says the Lord, of Sodom and Gomorrah.  Ten righteous people will save a city doomed by its own depravity.

One perfectly righteous man will save the entire world doomed by its own depravity.  That is God's mercy to all mankind - in Christ, we can be free from enslavement to sin.  His righteousness covers us.  His death absorbed God's wrath towards sin.  His resurrection is proof of the defeat of sin and death.  We can be free, if we turn to Him.

The story of Sodom and Gomorrah, as you may well know, ends with their destruction.  Only Lot, Abraham's nephew, and his two daughters escaped.  The rest of the inhabitants were destroyed, their utter sinfulness a loud testimony against them.  There was no one to intercede on their behalf (See also Ezekiel 22:23-31 for another example).

Enter the mystery of Christ: God Himself comes to intercede that both His justice and love should be satisfied through the cross.  Sin is defeated and destroyed, the sinner can once again come before God, covered by Christ's righteousness.  The echo in God's conversation with Abraham is now a loud, loud shout.

Oh The Humidity! Photos Through a Fogged-up Lens

Since the weather forecast for today was something like "WE'RE ALL GOING TO SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST," I figured it would be a good idea to get up at the time I would be getting up if I was working in an office building like regular people and go take some photographs down at the Patapsco River.

Now that I've subjected you to a horrible introductory run-on sentence, let's get down to business.

I generally keep my camera in the basement, which stays at a cool 68 degrees Fahrenheit. When I suddenly subject my camera to intolerably hot and humid conditions, such as those currently plaguing Maryland, all glass surfaces immediately fog up. This is a basic principle of heat transfer and its relation to the physical properties of water, something I was taught in three separate classes over my college career but still somehow have difficulty recalling off the top of my head. But we're talking about photography, not engineering, so who cares!

Despite this being somewhat frustrating, it creates an effect that you can use to your advantage in photography. If you rub the condensation off the center of your lens using a cotton or microfiber cloth, but still leave some on the edges, you can obtain an interesting halo effect, as the condensation will cause an interesting diffuse glow around whatever light sources you have. Rubbing some of the condensation off will allow people who see your photo to actually identify what's going on.


In this image, the sunlight is almost directly above, causing the glow at the top of the photograph, while enough condensation was rubbed away to make it quite clear that I am photographing a bridge and not, say, a pile of toothpicks or the crystal lattice structure of a microscopic piece of quartz.

This principle works also in the wintertime.  Some years ago, I figured out that exhaling onto a camera lens also fogs it up, and came up with this photo during an ice storm.


Go on out there and try it yourself!  However, I don't anticipate that this will work very well (or even at all) with a regular point-and-shoot camera, due to the tiny size of those lenses.  If you do succeed with one, let me know!  And I'd love to see the photos you take!

 

The Will Rogers Follies

This summer, I have the privilege of being a part of Howard County Summer Theater's production of the Will Rogers Follies.  This community theater has been an important part of my life since my first show, Annie Warbucks, in 1996.  I was just six years old at the time and apparently all the teenage girls considered me adorable.  This, I do not remember.  It's also no longer the case, for which I suppose I am thankful.

The show follows the life of Will Rogers, an Oklahoma comedian, radio personality, film actor, cowboy, and vaudeville star.  He was an incredibly important cultural icon back in the years surrounding the Great Depression.  Sadly, almost no one among my generation has any clue who he was.

Will Rogers had an incredible wit, and made many great observations during his time, in addition to his jokes about lawyers and politicians.  Much of what he said then seems, to me, quite applicable even today!  Having already performed in this show twice (1997 and 2004), I may be biased - It's become one of my favorites.


The cast is incredible, and I believe we have put on a truly great show.  Come on out and see it!  There are four more performances this week (Wednesday through Saturday) at Atholton High School.  Showtime is 7 PM and tickets are $15.

See the Baltimore Sun article here.

A Wedding in Williamsburg: Marc and Marlana

Some weeks ago, I received a call from my friend Marc.  He asked me if I would be willing to take photographs at his wedding rehearsal and ceremony, as I would already be attending.  I welcomed the opportunity and told him I would.  The Friday before last, I made the drive down to Williamsburg, pleasant enough considering the traffic nightmare that often plagues at least 10 miles of I-95.  Somehow, I arrived on time for the rehearsal, hungry after a lunch consisting of several handfuls of trail mix.

Three of the groomsmen were already good friends of mine from Virginia Tech, so I was happy to spend the evening with them.  The others, Marc's brother and friend from high school, are great guys as well, and it was hilarious to see all five of them together, enjoying the whole event.  They'd already had a great time at the bachelor party, continually laughing at whatever memories the phrases "But what if I don't have any pants?" and "It tastes so good!" inspired.

The rehearsal went well, so it was off to a wonderful neighborhood club for the rehearsal dinner.   By this time, I was considered part of the bridal party - something I hadn't expected!  We all sat together at dinner with a few of the bridesmaids, catching up with old friends and getting to know new ones.  Marc's father gave a wonderful welcome as we gathered and finished our meal.  Soon it was time for dancing, into which Marc's Italian relatives threw themselves passionately, as did most of us in the bridal party.

The next morning brought a quick breakfast with friends who would be attending the ceremony, and then I was off to the church at 11:00 for preparation and documentary-style photography.  I met the main wedding photographer, who, upon my asking if I could help at all, said, "Just make sure you stay behind me."  I suppose I could have been offended by what seemed to be a dismissal, but the man knew what he was doing.  So instead, I figured amusement was a better reaction!

The groomsmen got ready, making sure to play with Duplo blocks and dinosaurs before it became time to greet the wedding guests as they arrived.  I stood in the lobby, greeting friends I hadn't seen in some time, taking a few photos of the proceedings.

The ceremony itself was beautiful.  We sang Come Thou Fount and Be Thou my Vision, Marc and Marlana exchanged their vows, the pastor spoke well of marriage and the picture it paints of Christ's love for His church through a  husband's love for his wife.  I could sense the presence of God in that room - nearly hear Him smile and say this is good.

A reception afterwards, in the lobby.  Delicious cupcakes for all.  Wonderful conversations and many photographs.  The bride and groom cut the smallest wedding cake I had ever seen and were soon off to a second, more intimate reception.

I joined the groomsmen as we drove to New Town, a recent mixed commercial and residential development in Williamsburg.  The reception was held in the wonderful Legacy Hall.  Seeing as we somehow managed to arrive early, we decided to quickly run to Target to get supplies for decorating the newly-married couple's car.  After several conversations with elderly female shoppers commenting on our rugged handsomeness, we obtained some balloons, streamers, and beef jerky (why have breath mints when you can have beef jerky?), and returned to Legacy Hall.

After a delicious dinner, Austin gave a wonderful speech as best man; the bride's father spoke as well.  Marc and Marlana had their first dance together, and then the floor was opened up to the rest of the guests, at which point the groomsmen suspiciously disappeared to decorate the getaway vehicle.

Soon after returning to the hall, the dancing came to an end and it was time to see the bride and groom off.  We gathered outside, armed with small bubble-making devices.  Marc and Marlana exited the hall to our cheers and drove off to whatever secret location they were headed to.

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It was a joy to spend the weekend with close friends of mine, and see Marc and Marlana get married.  I've been to several weddings over my lifetime, and every so often of these ceremonies is not simply special, but also holy.  This was one such ceremony, with such a focus on the God who created marriage, such a picture of sacrificial love between two people.  It was clear that Marc and Marlana desire to put Christ at the center of their marriage, to honor Him in the way they will live together.  They are blessed and will continue to be so!

 

I am so thankful for the opportunity to take photos during the course of the wedding events.  Congratulations to Marc and Marlana!