Since I read Claire Burge’s photoplay post encouraging photographers to experiment with taking photos “staring at the sun” the song by the same name has kept running through my mind. (lyrics below)
After several weeks I finally took up the challenge. Today driving past Fain Presbyterian church I noticed how bright the sun was and took some time to snap some pictures with my digital camera.
I’ve always loved the random design created when looking up at tree limbs so I started there.
Then I ventured out from underneath the protection of the branches. Not a cloud in the sky. I pointed my camera up toward the sun, attempting to frame elements of the trees and church.
I could barely see anything for the blinding light. I snapped haphazardly thinking I’d see what the pictures looked like later. Quickly this became quite painful. Nearly an hour later, my eyes were still stinging.
This is how it feels when I’m facing a overwhelming problem. I stare at it, thinking, concentrating, questioning… how can I change the situation? How can I solve it? What is the right way? Similar to the way I was photographing blind, in this desperate state I throw anything at the problem.
Now I finally see. Answers can’t come when I’m staring at the sun. It’s only by closing my eyes and releasing that an answer can come.
Staring at the Sun ~ U2
Summer stretching on the grass… summer dresses pass
in the shade of a willow tree creeps a crawling over me
over me and over you stuck together with God’s glue
it’s going to get stickier too…
it’s been a long hot summer
let’s get undercover
don’t try too hard to think… don’t think at all
I’m not the only one starin’ at the sun
afraid of what you’d find if you took a look inside
not just deaf and dumb I’m staring at the sun
not the only one who’s happy to go blind
there’s an insect in your ear if you scratch it won’t disappear
it’s gonna itch and burn and sting
do you want to see what the scratching brings
waves that leave me out of reach
breaking on your back like a beach
will we ever live in peace?
’cause those that can’t do often have to
those that can’t do often have to… preach
to the ones staring at the sun…
afraid of what you’ll find if you took a look inside
not just deaf and dumb… staring at the sun
I’m not the only one who’d rather go blind
intransigence is all around… military still in town
armour plated suits and ties… daddy just won’t say goodbye
referee won’t flow the whistle God is good but will HE listen
I’m nearly great
but there’s something I’m missing I left in the duty free
though you never really belonged to me
you’re not the only one starin’ at the sun
afraid of what you’d find if you stepped back inside
I’m not sucking my thumb I’m staring at the sun
not the only one who’s happy to go blind




