Credit Where It Is Due

Credit Where It is Due

I like to make photographs, and I enjoy being praised for what I have done. But God teaches a different attitude, one of thankfulness and humility. He pointed that out to me recently. I DO NOT MAKE THESE PHOTOGRAPHS ALONE. I didn't create the light, or the technology which makes photography possible. I didn't buy my camera, it was a gift from my husband. I didn't give myself the ability to see through the camera in order to make an image which others find pleasing. It is right to use what I have been given to the best of my ability, but it is wrong to take credit for what I have not done. God made the light, the elements which are used to manufacture the camera, and the world from which these images come. He has given me gifts: people to teach me, eyes to see with, and a brain to process information. I am thankful for these gifts. He deserves all the praise, not I.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Wood Grain, Life, Death, and What Remains

This is a view of a dead tree. The bark is gone, revealing the beauty of the wood.

It has been a long time since I posted last. 
The yard sale is over and I am disposing of what remains. It is a lot of work! 
I have learned:
Junk to me is treasure to someone else.
Treasure to me is junk to others.
Most importantly, no matter what my treasure is, when I am gone, it is still here. 
If I have not provided for its disposal, my heirs will have to. 
I hope to leave many treasures, especially memories, 
and few pieces of junk. 

9 comments:

Viola said...

Hello! :)
You've sold a part of your yard? I hope you are fine and doing great with what remains.
A very lovely photo of the old beautiful trunk! I love old trees as this one! :)

Lovely day to you! :)

becky said...

This post states all of my goals for treasures and junk! Simplify, simplify, simplify is my motto.
Lovely wood grain :)

Joan said...

The grain sure can tell a story.
Congrats on your yard sale. They definitely are alot of work!

Robert Geiss said...

Certainly this tree lived a moving life. Great mean to measure time. Please have a good Wednesday.

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

It's a lovely photo -- and like your other commenters, I am interested in the yard sale (hoping it was a happy reason to hold it -- like when we decided to sell out and get rid of some of our 'junk' so we could travel.) It isn't easy though! Glad we did it.

connienaka said...

I just went through that recently. It seemed to me-everything was a treasure. Everything held a memory. It was so hard to part with any of it. Love the photo.

knitwit said...

Beautiful picture--I could look at that all day!
I love a good yard sale. One man's trash really is another man's treasure.

Kay L. Davies said...

You are so right about this. I have no children of my own, and don't want my stepdaughters having to clean up what looks like a hoarder's lair if their father and I get hit by a train.
So we are preparing for "the garage sale" and have reached the horrible part where half of the "treasures" are in boxes in the living room, of all places. We can barely see over them to the TV, but my husband is post-operative right now, with restrictions, and I have problems which render me useless a large part of the time.
Still, I want to civilize our domain by ridding it of junk, and intend to carry on, no matter how long it takes.
I love your photo of the dead tree. It's gorgeous.
K

Buttons said...

Oh Dimple I do love your insightful words. Love the photo it is beautiful. B