Jackson Falls, Summer 2018

My boyfriend and I drove out to a nearby waterfall, very close to home, and found that lack of rain in recent weeks allowed us to hike all the way up to the source waters and then down to the Duck River, where they emptied out (more like dried out–there were jut rocks at the bottom).

I was amazed by how very green it was. I kept the raw color in the images as they had been captured so that you can see what it was like while we were there.

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Waterfalls and Creek Stomping

Woke up early to hit up Crema in Nashville with Taylor and Landry (the most adorable couple on the planet) where I had a lovely Chai and something called avocado toast (goat cheese, baby lettuce, joy, etc.). Then we all hopped back in the jeep and made the journey to Cummin’s Falls State Park. Thankfully we arrived a bit before the main crowd got there.

If you go, you WILL need to ford the river several times to get to the base of the falls so wear river sandals and have a water-tight backpack to protect any phones or cameras you might bring.

It was a blast. More adventures to come.

 

Vision Sunday (and intro to summer Community Small Groups!)

It’s been a good while since I posted anything, but rest assured I’ve been working away at capturing videos and snapping shots of our church family. Here are some fun grabs from Vision Sunday — refocusing on our mission toward discipleship and becoming more like Christ. It’s always good to check your compass after a while.

Also we’re starting up our small groups, led by members and focusing each on a different issue. It was a great time of fellowship and new introductions!

 

Easter

The thing that I love about photography is that it allows me to relive a moment when I was able to experience a piece of art so magnificent that it couldn’t be replicated with paint or even computer engineering. It is a caught ray of light in a world of din and gray–like a firefly that seeks shelter indoors during a storm.

Tomorrow we celebrate the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ–a commemoration of a real historical event that renders us (Christians) close to bursting with jubilee. Whereas we remember it as the pinnacle of God’s saving grace and love for us, others see it as a glorious hoax. Millennia have been spent arguing the theology and historicity of a carpenter who claimed to be God during the Roman occupation of the western world, and no matter how strong the argument, ultimately it’s up to the individual to choose to believe or not.

I cannot help but believe. The rocks cry out in evidence. The more I study nature and try to capture its glory, the more I am convinced that not only is there a God, but there is a God who loves us dearly. Over a decade of personal theological study aside, I hear the sound of a waterfall and the songs of birds and it makes me want to sing too. Had I never cracked open a history book or read up on world views and systematic theology, I would still have looked upon a sunset and felt in my heart and someone designed it for us.