The Glowing Golden Cross... Image taken in Nashville Tennesee
Have you ever stood on the precipice of destiny, unaware that a single moment could redefine your purpose?
My story is a vibrant tapestry of life’s unexpected turns. Born to Liberian parents, my childhood dreams were steeped in the rich scents of West Africa and the noble aspirations of academia. But bloodshed which resulted in the execution of my uncle, the 20th president of Liberia as well as other members of my family steered me toward the safer harbors of technology and photography in the United States.
Joining the US Air Force Reserves, I blossomed, balancing the structured life of systems engineering with the free-spirited joy of motherhood. Photography, once a leisurely pursuit, morphed into my vocation. My camera became an extension of my being, a storyteller capturing the unseen whispers of the world.
I found solace in the shutter's click, with a Canon my husband gifted me one Christmas. My photography, initially a simple expression, bloomed into a certified profession. I began as a "People Photographer," but learned my true calling was to share the world's unseen splendor.
In Nashville, for my cousin's graduation, destiny called me inside a modest church. The hush of the sacred space enveloped me, its walls whispering stories. The dimness was pierced by a cross, bathed in a divine gold light, its silent sermon beckoning my lens.
The challenge of capturing its aura was daunting; the light danced away from my attempts. Frustrated, I paused, seeking solace in the pews. In the quiet, a presence filled the void, a watchful guardian over my quest. As I opened my eyes, the cross shone anew, its light now a guide rather than a challenge.
My camera obeyed my renewed vision, the image crystallizing into a masterpiece of light and shadow. Leaving the church, the weight of the experience pressed upon me, a sense that I had brushed against the eternal.
That photograph of the glowing cross became the cornerstone of my gallery, a beacon that had illuminated a new path on my journey. As it hangs on your wall, let it be a reminder of the God’s tender hands and love that guide us, and the beauty that awaits when we answer the call to adventure. Enjoy the view!
