What if, when the God you have chosen calls you, the voice sounds like gulls crying at the sea? Or imagine, instead, that your God sounds like a fine teacup shattering against stone? That would be almost pleasing, but probably unlikely. I read about your God just yesterday, that he killed John Lennon and some others because they did not appropriately fear him. Well...he did not kill them directly; he hired the deed done, more or less.
I am not sure why we need a God that hunts us down, or even dislikes our thoughts from time to time. I am no deep thinker. God has his name and I suppose you gave him his reasons, too. And, ultimately, aren't we insignificant? Isn't that entirely the point?
--Mitchell Hegman
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
A Double and a Single
In photography, I am most fascinated by unaltered pictures that are so visually striking and abstract they seem electronically manipulated. I took this picture on my way to work early one morning as I crossed the causeway at Lake Helena. The quality of light and the response of colors and refection's make the duck appear to be cutting through a false lake.
--Mitchell Hegman
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