My original Easter post follows, but I could not resist updating with this image from this morning. This, better than any words I could say, says Easter to me.

The Lily is not an Easter Lily, and neither, of course, are the Daffodils…but Happy Easter anyway. To me they carry the Easter Morning feeling. Resurrection in all its glory…in all HIS glory. And overflowing praise which has to be our response.

And these are first results of yet another new camera. The Fujifilm HS20 EXR I have been experimenting with the past few days went, with regrets (but no doubts), back to Amazon. I bought another camera to try yesterday morning. Free advice: never buy a new camera on a raining hard, almost snowing, day. I was reduced to shooting flowers and knickknacks in doors…at the end, with flash!

Still, there is a sunny side. I have these shots for Easter morning!

The top one is natural light. The bottom one is flash. Both are on the macro setting. Both are handheld, testing the limits of the camera’s image stabilization.

Nikon Coolpix P500. 1) 60mm equivalent field of view, f4.5 @ 1/15th @ ISO 400. 2) 370mm equivalent, f5.6 @ 1/60th @ ISO 200.

Processed in Lightroom for intensity (very lightly) and clarity. I actually had to turn Vibrance down a notch.

And of course, I have absolutely nothing to say about Easter that has not been said a thousand times before by better men and women than I. It is glorious. It is wonderful. It is amazing. It is the doorway that opens us to an encounter with a living savior…not perhaps the guarantee of our faith…but its ultimate affirmation. What you experience on Easter morning, in the end (and in the beginning) says everything about who you are. I rejoice at the risen one…and I want the whole world to rejoice with me. That is Easter. That is me.