The Sun

We wanted to get the film developed, so we wasted the last few pictures. I stepped outside the door and into the back yard with the camera. I took a picture of our newly built deck and the woods behind it. Then I took a picture of where the trees meet the sky, thinking the July trees would contrast nicely with the early-afternoon-sky and the small clouds.

“Scott, don’t look at the sun! You’ll burn your eyes,” Deborah said.

I was moving the lens up to capture the sun in a picture. I wanted a good picture of it because I could never see it. I had tried a few times, but had always failed. The closer I got, the more I had to squint, and eventually, the light became unbearable so I had to move my eyes. But I continued to raise the camera to where I thought the sun would be and snapped the picture. The film began to rewind.

The picture, though a bit dark, turned out, but clouds blocked the sun. Its light shone through them, making them translucent, but I still could not see it. The edges of the clouds glowed brightly with the glory of the sun. And all around me the earth glowed brightly with the glory of the sun.