I wrote about Christmas Day and my trips to the cemetery.
At 9am, a gentle fog floated on the open field.
With so many places closed on Christmas (and rightfully so), I was so thankful for the Township staff and contracted staff who faithfully open the gates and keep the grounds so immaculate for families of loved ones.
In the afternoon a giant ray of sun pushed past a blanket of cloud and lit the late day winter sky with the brush strokes of a master painter.
At just over 21 months, I still can’t say I understand the picture. I’m not sure if I’m holding the painting upside down or if I’m looking at a portrait or a landscape.
I’m gaining some understanding however that this painting we call life is a combination of brush strokes, paint colour and the elements all combining to form an image we see here and I believe one that will only be fully understood when we see it from the Painter’s perspective.
I’ve written many times about perspective and still am learning. Remember the TV show featuring painter extraordinaire, Bob Ross. Love that guy. Here’s a video of him doing a painting with time-lapse. Whenever I would watch Bob paint, I would get squeamish at about the 75% complete mark when he would plop down a big blob of paint on the canvas. No….!! This will never work. Moments letter, the ‘blob’ becomes a beautiful tree or something providing depth to the entire scene.
I had never watched Bob Ross in time-lapse before tonight, but that was very interesting.
You saw the potential ‘issues’, but they vanished in seconds as the master painter directed the creation.
Then more quickly than humanly possible, you saw the transformation of a bit of paint on canvas turn into a masterpiece.
I can’t say I understand the painting we’re a part of.
But…I do think I’m gaining some perspective that we’re actually in one and a Master Painter must be continuing the work.