Last Sunday, after tearing down and packing up the ZEISS booth at Space Coast Birding and Nature Festival, I drove out to Merritt Island for one last turn around Black Point Wildlife Drive in the light of the low afternoon sun. You might say it was my church for the day, or at least my act of worship. I got back to the bridge to the mainland, and the fishing area there on the Indian River, just as the sun was actually setting, pulled in quickly, and took a series of shots of birds in flight in the fading light and against the sunset…as well as of the sunset itself.

These are Black Skimmers. They rose up over the highway and then swooped down sharply to skim the water at the shore. I tried several times, with different flocks, to catch them against the sunset, shooting off a burst beginning before they crossed the shoreline and continuing to follow them out over the river. This is the best of the lot.

Canon SX40HS at 212mm equivalent field of view, f4.5 @ 1/400th @ ISO 400. Program with iContrast and –1/3EV exposure compensation.

Processed in Lightroom for intensity, clarity, and sharpness. I also used dueling Graduated Filter effects, darkening from the top, and lightening from the bottom, to balance the exposure to approximate what I saw.

And for the Sunday thought: “act of worship”? Yes, but…

I certainly do not worship nature, or photography, for that matter. But as I have said before, photographing the natural world, which I take to be the world created by a God who loves, is, for me, an act of worship…as natural as singing songs of praise…and, in fact, very similar to singing. Instead of attempting to surrender my voice to the congregation’s praise, to the beauty and awe of addressing the creator, I attempt to surrender my vision (and whatever skills I have with the camera) to the sense of beauty and awe I find in the experiencing the creation. Unlike corporate praise, the actual act of photography is a solitary endeavor, but then there comes the sharing. No image is really taken or created until it is shared…for it is in the sharing, is it not, that the image takes on life and, shall we say, sings it song. It is my hope always, that the images I share here will at least strike a note of beauty or awe in those who see them.

So, yes, my last loop around Black Point Drive, on a Sunday afternoon, just at sunset, was, and is, an act of worship. Happy Sunday.