Photography Fundamentals

7. Arts 2001 Week 4: Application
Illuminated: Kim Amorio (5/11/2010)

8. I had a dream that a broken vessel lay in the mud on a dark
windy day. Some of the pieces stuck in the mud, as others were
carried away by the wind. There was no light, only gloom; the
scattered pieces seemed to disappear into the darkness of the
shadows while the muck gripped the remaining hardened clay. I
was deeply saddened by the state of the urn that was once so
beautifully crafted, for now it was of no good use; it was unable to
hold beauty within and had been tossed out like trash into the
dimness of obscurity. Just as I felt a hand touch my shoulder, as if
to comfort me, I awoke.
I sat up in my bed and saw the vessel atop my chess with a
beautiful shaft of light illuminating the richness of it’s center
(Freeman, 2007 pg 110). The parallel light rays refracting its
spherical surface created a sense of caustic accompaniment. I was
comforted in knowing that the vessel was not rejected but
celebrated by the enlightenment of the sun. The drab wall behind
it harmoniously complimented the bright symbolic green tones
and textures in the vase.
Outside, it was windy but bright. Water that was murky in my
dream seemed more transparent than conceivable. The same light
that shown through the window was now lighting my path, even
in this miry situation. As I kneeled to take the photo, I realized
the metaphor and began to weep. I was the vessel, beautifully and
wonderfully made, bound by nothing, and had never been alone
or tossed away, but cherished and illuminated by the One who
made me. Light had shone on truth, exposing the lie and I knew
that I would be forever useful to my Maker.