Interesting, isn’t it, how our eyes can see something, but out minds can translate the picture we thought we saw into something a little different from what we actually saw.
Last Saturday morning, I left the house pretty early, off to run errands before the rest of the folks got up and about. There was a really lovely sunrise.
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- Here is what I thought I saw.
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- Here is what I actually saw, as recorded by the camera on my phone.
I saw the beautiful sunrise. Only the beautiful sunrise. My brain, quite thoroughly, edited out the billboards, the traffic lights, all the traffic, the dashboard, and my inspection sticker. I was really surprised, and quite frustrated, by all the visual clutter in the photo. I wanted the sunrise.
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- I think this looks like the sun is rising over a mountain. It reminds me of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
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- But–NOT a mountain! A cloud instead. A cloud that is breaking up and thinning out.
I run into this problem when I’m in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
I am overwhelmed by the beauty of the mountains, and am always trying to capture that beauty. I often completely overlook the phone lines.
I guess I’ll have two choices, if I want to get out early enough next Saturday to see a pretty sunrise. Early enough to drive outside of town and see if I can find a billboard-free piece of scenic attractiveness that includes a sunrise and a cloud or two. Or, I can just drive around town and let my brain’s selective visuals do that work for me.
From sunrise brilliance to sunset beauty, lift up his praise from dawn to dusk!
Psalm 113:3 (The Passion Translation)
Brilliance. Beauty. Brilliance. Beauty.
His praise, from dawn to dusk!
(You can sing this to the tune “Sunrise, Sunset,” from Fiddler on the Roof. Try it, while you’re ignoring the signs and billboards. Well, you’ll need to obey the traffic signals, of course.)
It’s predicted that we have torrential rains on Saturday, so sleep in. Unless you want to come tutor at West Ave. @ 9 a.m. I had a blast last week.