Aspects of Photography – Psychology of Colour – YouTube
We are surrounded by colour everywhere and our senses perceive these colours in a way that can add a mood to the setting or invoke a personal emotion dependent on the dominant colour in the scene. When composing a scene in photography you can use these colours to enhance a particular feeling or mood that you want to convey. Colours can be bold and bright or pastel subdued shades and these can all have a completely different psychological effect on the viewer.You’ve probably never thought about color in this way. That’s partly why it’s called the psychology of color. It is truly a powerful part of communicating, which is used on a daily basis in selling products. You’re probably saying this is all well and good, but what does it really have to do with your photography? Well why not use the same principles to help sell your message, your photograph or photography? I bet that if you look at your favorite photographs, whether your own or someone else’s, and you look at the colors and then read the above definitions, you’ll soon discover just how important color really is.
God blessed your past
For good reason
It came first and not last
God blesses His plan
Your future by His hand
Not the one influenced by man
God is blessing this moment
Whether you feel joy or resent
Because God’s gift that keeps giving
Is not just any gift…
It’s THE present
The Purpose Of The Past
For every ounce of happiness in the past, we can certainly find an equal dose of sadness. Maybe more. So the true value of the past, and the reason it is behind us and not ahead, is to remind us of God’s grace and blessing.
The wake of life, like that which trails a boat, has the potential to hypnotize us away from the conscientiousness of the moment. It can have us drifting into one of those “Wish I could have…,” “What if I did…,” and “Why me…” kind of mental games which bind us from fully living in the day. Similarly, it can overwhelm us with the euphoria of what “once was” and set us sailing on the “those were the good times” and “remember when…” excursions which lead us to believe the best already came and went. This cannot be the purpose of the past. The past should liberate us, and more importantly, unleash the potential of the current moment.
The Purpose Of The Future
The future, as we know it, is at best uncertain. This is how I describe it:
We have what we know; I call this our instinct
We have what we think we know; I call this our righteousness
We have what we don’t know; I call this our ignorance
And finally, we have what we don’t even know we don’t know; I call this our future
The result is endless, pointless, wasteful worry. Worry about our children, our health, our things, our jobs, our retirement, our country, our future… It is a no wonder that developed countries have medicated populations struggling with anxiety and the like. This cannot be the purpose of the future. The future should breathe life into us and more importantly, invigorate hope into the current moment.
There are gifts. There are presents. And then there is the ultimate gift which is the present. The moment. In fact, this very moment. It is the present that gives function and form to the past and the future as I illustrated above. Every new moment is a gift from God giving true, practical, and celebratory purpose to its two distant cousins, past and future. It gives us every reason to live, every reason to hope, and every reason to give thanks to God. Every moment of every day. That is my prayer for you.
By Greg Pai Inspired By Andrea Mani Photo Credit: Andrea Mani
This is a time of the year where many feel lonely or empty. Especially those who have no family to speak of. Our hearts have to place orphans at the top of that list. What we learn from this story inspired by Andrea Mani, is that we are all orphans if we don’t connect with and depend on God.
Orphans have seemingly perfected that connection and dependence as a means of survival. In fact, they do not see themselves as orphans; They see themselves as God’s blessed children. Experiencing His abundant, unconditional love as no earthly parent could ever offer.
“You say I am an orphan,” the hearts of the unwanted cried out. “But, I say I am loved. Loved by He who made me.” Andrea Mani fell in love just moments after she arrived for what was six months of service. At a little known ministry in Jocotepec, Mexico, orphan children are changing everyone who comes in contact with them – One soul at a time.
The orphanage cares for twenty-one girls and one boy. “One boy!” you say. Well, eight-year old Chuy (pronounced “chewy”) is one of three siblings and when the orphanage converted over to an all girls institution a few years back, they didn’t have the heart to separate Chuy from his two sisters, one named Milagro (meaning Miracle in English). A victim of physical and emotional abuse, it was only by a miracle that 8-year old Chuy survived those earlier abusive years. Cigarette burns on his body and later, months of being mute, unable to speak. Inevitably, Andrea would take a special interest in Chuy as he faced the journey of healing ahead of him.
The other children learned not to depend on “man.” God was the provider of everything in their lives and that suited them just fine. It wasn’t long before the children challenged Andrea. “You won’t last two months,” they said. These children were used to people revolving in and out of their lives, often under duress or anxiety. Andrea not only endured, but also learned why others did not. When a person signs up for this kind of work, they do so assuming they are the “strength” coming to the aid of the “weak.” To the contrary, they quickly learn that the children become inspirational and essential to their own personal journey. Radically changing their heart and perspective. Maybe even feeling inadequate and unnecessary in the ways they expected to make an impact. This is when the process flips on its head and starts to become more of a self-examination of our own lives; a sometimes difficult awakening. However, necessary.
Most of these children came from situations too difficult to write about. Even called “rats” by those the heartless of the community. Some had mothers who were prostitutes while exploiting their children sexually for favor. Absolutely tragic. However, how would you know any of this by just looking at them? They are beautiful in every way. Inside and out, their hearts and smiles radiate. Yet, they have nothing. Or do they? Andrea expected overwhelming sensations of abandonment on her arrival. She did not expect what God was about to show her.
The children had a life about them that projected pure joy. Amazing as it may seem, the children had a ritual of occasionally going into town and donating their clothing to any one of four impoverished villages in the immediate area. Yes – you read that right. Even though their very limited wardrobes were precious to them, they believed that whatever they gave up would be replenished by God’s own hand. And guess what? They were never without. Somehow, newly donated clothes always found a way to their personal shelf (that’s a single shelf). Such faith. I suppose when we have nothing to lose and expect no earthly gain, we are capable of giving and doing our most selfless work in this life. These children are living proof. They see their glass not as a quarter full or three-quarters empty, but overflowing.
We have convinced ourselves that we are somehow more equipped or better off than they are. Hence, we neglect to ever seek or find the orphan in us.
What is orphan about these children. The dictionary says the noun form is defined as a child who has lost both parents. That is innocent enough. Interestingly, the adjective form is used to describe one who is abandoned. Quite a difference. Unfortunately, we have adopted the more negative connotation as the global definition. We have convinced ourselves that we are somehow more equipped or better off than they are. Hence, we neglect to ever seek or find the orphan in us. There is that “difficult awakening” thing again!
At some point, Andrea observed a young girl’s mother (a recovering prostitute) visit the orphanage expecting to take her little girl back home. However, with the best of intentions, the woman realized that her daughter was better off staying because she was unable to offer her the same stability and nurturing.
However, I believe that God speaks to us through His beloved orphans. I now see the love of God when I see an orphan. Not an abandoned soul; But a soul that’s whole!
As I documented this story, I struggled with internal conflict and confusion. I love God and He fills my life, but am I abandoned enough to really feel the fullness of His love? Many of us have family and good friends around us who bring us a great deal of joy and companionship. But what is it like to have no one but God? Please don’t get me wrong. Family is a blessed gift from God. A special treasure from above. However, I believe that God speaks to us through His beloved orphans. I now see the love of God when I see an orphan. Not an abandoned soul; But a soul that’s whole!
I grew up believing I was allergic to cats and dogs. I later learned this was nothing more than a fable fabricated by others to discourage me from wanting a pet. So the TIME story, “Here Are Some Adorable Photos Of Kittens Pouncing” grabbed my tongue and inspired me to write a personal memoir, not about cats per se, but about life.
Fast forward many years later, I found myself wandering into a pet store and buying my first dog. It was love at first sight and every sight thereafter. I could not help but remorse over the years I missed out on this joy as a child. A few dogs later, I married a die-hard cat lover. She was (and is) quite the package and the package included two cats. “But Honey!” I exclaimed. “We can’t take the cats because I am allergic. Just not to dogs.” This was clearly a convenient modification of the childhood fib I grew up with to accommodate my selfish preferences at the time. Dogs over cats. Unfortunately, ignorance won and my wife lost. Relatives got the cats.
How often we let our ignorance, anxieties, and stubbornness get in the way of experiencing so many things this life has to offer. Moreover, these personal shortcomings have a way of occasionally interfering with the joy of others in ways that are rarely measurable. Today, my heart has softened for cats and my wife’s love for them. The photos of these little kittens featured in the TIME article make them so irresistible to me. These little cutie kittens definitely got my heart and my tongue. But, it is my heart and my tongue that makes this story about more than cats. How many of life’s blessings do we simply exclude from consideration for nothing more than a naïve pass? How often are we at a complete loss to truly justify, explain or understand our sometimes baseless feelings, attitudes, and actions?
How many of life’s blessings do we simply exclude from consideration for nothing more than a naïve pass? How often are we at a complete loss to truly justify, explain or understand our sometimes baseless feelings, attitudes, and actions?
The action of avoidance comes at great cost. Many things we avoid, without good and sound reason, will remain an unsolved mystery for the rest of our lives. You may say, “Well, if I don’t care about the mystery, why would I care if it is solved?” Great question and best answered with a question. How many times have you enjoyed something or someone only because you overcame an obstacle of some sort and gave it or them a chance? Perhaps, that date you repeatedly rejected until you caved in and ended up falling in love. Or maybe a food you said you would never try and finally did and became a favorite. A place you said you would never live. A country you said you would never visit. Children you said you would never have and did and they became the pinnacle of your life!
Speaking of children… These little creations need to be the focus of our reconditioning. We need to teach them to be open-minded as often as possible. To have a basis for their thoughts that is rooted in truth. I get bunched up when I ask one of my children “Why?” and they just say “Because! Just because…!” “Just because” is such a weak and lame answer… To ANY question. I suspect we just get tired of adding an untruth to the end any question we simply don’t have a good and substantive answer for.
I wonder how many things I failed to attempt, pursue, or enjoy because I let my attitude get in the way. Unfounded behavior that has no place in a world that screams, “I am remarkably made!”
Oh, how much we miss. Why? Well, I guess because… Just because…
Here Are Some Adorable Photos of Kittens Pouncing – TIME
The frail remains of this tree are as important to God as the bountiful forest in the distance. He has even given it the gift of a beautiful reflection of its own that shouts, “I am perfectly made.” What does that say about what you mean to God?”
I love watching God take our disappointments in life and turn them into abundant blessings. This is a story or a women who cold not have more children and turned this pain into a spiritual journey that multiplied the meaning of the child she had and more. It is not only a story of quality over quantity, but one that inspires us to look even more closely at God’s amazing creation – the newborn baby.
Mother expresses love for newborns through her photography | KSL.com
“Tiffany Parrish says these newborns that come into her photo studio are spiritual sons and daughters of God. And that during her three-hour session, posing and looking very closely at each infant, Parrish can really feel that he or she is unique.” read more at ksl.com
Every new year comes with the anticipation of things to come. Often, the anticipation consumes us where we forget about the prior year from which we came. Surely your life was blessed in so many ways in 2015. Surely the year had it’s challenges and trials as well. How easy it is for those painful moments and events to consume us and cause us to forget what we had and still have.
Each evening during the last months of last year, my family entered daily blessings in what we called the “Blessing Book.” The Book served as a reflection and reminder of how good God was to us that day. On some days, it was far easier to fill the page than others. Yet, none of us ever faced writer’s block. Our blessings came in all forms. Big and small. Obvious and not so obvious. Expected and completely out of nowhere (the best ones I might add)!
The Blessing Book was a great exercise that built our faith and reliance on God. I hope you find a project that helps you to go forward into the future with a confidence in what God has already done in your past.
Cherishing your family’s past with creative photo projects | Communities Digital News
“This year, instead of focusing exclusively on new goals and aspirations, take time to look back at how far you have come and organize your memorabilia so you can treasure past experiences.” read more at commdiginews.com
God’s finger is always on our lives even when we are not conscience of it. But every now and then, we will experience an extraordinary sense of being loved. It might come from a friend, a spouse, a pet, an audience, a stranger, or maybe from within. This is God’s love.
“Emma Ketterer, 13, of Kutztown was diagnosed with Lyme disease. Emma’s photographs indicate that she has a natural, artistic talent, but there is more to her work than meets the eye. “People really look at them, and that was before they knew her story,” said Emma’s mother, SuEllen Ketterer. “This is her therapy. This is what gets her joy and gets her out of bed.”” Read More At Reading Eagle – LIFE
What a waste the gift of photography and all the world’s scenery would be if it were only reserved for the professional photographer to capture and enjoy. We are learning more and more every day about the therapeutic benefits of photography. Photography is more than just taking pictures with a camera or phone. It is a “living” art that blends our sight with the mind and the soul. The good news is that we are all capable of mastering it if we try. And when we do, we sharpen our senses and gain a greater appreciation for the world around us. Emma found her special connection with this amazing art form which changed her life. Praise God! Well guess what; So can you!
A smile is an expression of joy or delightful amusement. But it is also a way of giving that costs nothing. Smiling, like yawning, is contagious. This is actually a reflex God added to our design. We tend to respond to people with a like expression to theirs as part of our brain’s way of interpreting and understanding what they are feeling. So when you smile, you are gifting that smile and potentially lifting the spirits of another.
I know. Easier said than done. But how true and profound. Why are we so preoccupied with getting to the destination and so little attention is given to the journey.
From when we are young, we are hammered to get good grades so we can go to a good college. We are convinced we need to do well in college so we can get a good job. We strive to do well at our job so we can climb the ladder. We get to the top of the ladder so we can acquire and do lots of things. We acquire and do lots of things so we can acquire and do more things than our friends and then retire. And when we retire, we begin the process of trying to figure our where our life went and what was it that we really wanted to do.
Don’t rush to catch a train and miss God’s plan for your life.
It is very easy to go through the day preoccupied with everything that is wrong in our life. Trust, this is what I do for a living! However, that just happens to be my job. But for the majority of us (including me in my down time), it is vital that we pick our heads up and focus on that which is “working” in our lives. The desert season is a time when our life seems barren, dry, and lifeless. We thirst for revival and favor. How easy it is to forget that come nightfall, the desert offers a magical spectacle of stars that would not be enjoyed with the same clarity under any other circumstances.
God never leaves us empty. Even when we are lost for a time in the desert, miracles abound for sure.
“Justice” should never be “Just-For-Us.” It should be for all. But it can’t be if truth is not sought. I’m afraid the function of the judicial system is to favor the “one who gets the most marbles” rather than pursing, presenting, and prosecuting the facts. If the latter were the case, why would we need two sides? Wouldn’t we all be on the same side? The side of truth?
Coney Island Memoirs – People and Their “Natural” Places
There is something to be said about people and the places they gravitate to. Typically, these are places that have a calling on our heart. Whe never really feel quite at home until we get there. Coney Island, New York was such a place for many.
The Island, originally inhabited by the Native American Lenape people, was called Narrioch (meaning of “land without shadows” or “always in light”). So it is no wonder that people who grew up with an affinity for the Island came to LIFE!
Lifestyle and portraiture photographer, John Ferrentino, seeks to uncover a hidden personality in his subjects which, while often casually posed, capture an element of candor and surprise. A great deal of such a composition is the result of finding subjects who feel very much at home in their current environment. As if they fell asleep in their favorite easy chair, leaving themselves unguarded and one with their setting. Simply blending into the fabric of life. Just like Adam and Eve in the garden – not in the shopping mall! That place that God has destined for us where we can fully experience what He has to offer us in this life. Those frequent patrons of Coney Island enjoyed such a resonance and it is with great pleasure that we honor such individuality in this photo collection. The beauty of the individual in their natural habitat or what I call “A Fish In Water.”
JOHN FERRENTINO – Photographer
Having the sensitivity to find beauty in everything that exists is nothing short of a gift from God. The ability to produce compelling, provocative and beautiful images of all that is around us is a true testament to divine guidance.
I see the extraordinary and the uniqueness in each and every one of my subjects. My commitment is to share a poignant moment with a familiar stranger, letting them become the star! But GOD, in them, is the real STAR and now my gift to them now becomes their gift to me. That mutual appreciation and trust I gain from these amazing, sculpted beings is how I see through God’S eyes.