Mistwalker
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I'll start that by explaining why the Fiddleback part first.
Some of you have read the Fiddleback shop tour thread I did in 2014, titled "The Road to Fiddleback Friday, How The Knives Are Made", 12 years ago next month
In the images in that thread I captured everything I could about the subject at hand, but I was so caught up in trying to focus on just doing the best job I could possibly make of that project, and completely tune out the part of me that had been trying desperately to understand what was going wrong in my own life for a while, that there were elements I captured I wouldn't prrocess for another 11 years, almost a year ago exactly
In doing that photography project, I got to observe Andy doing his work, and when I say I got to observe it, I don't just mean I got to stand there and watch hime work... which I yes I did some of that as well
But more importantly to me, I got to zoom into his eyes and watch his mind and heart at work. I got to see with my own eyes just how much of himself he puts into his craft. I got to see, and capture, how he tuned everything else out and focused solely on what he was making.
In a shop where the temperatures were so cold, ice was building up on the inside of the respirators of some of the crew as they worked.
And that showed me why God crossed our paths, I just had to find God myself before I could grasp the significance of it in relation to the project I'm working on.
As for why the yellow, that's personal between God and I.
One day in 2017, I suddenly found myself in a field of Blackeyed Susans. I thought they were beautiful the way the sun lit them up, so I snapped a pic and sent it to a woman I was interested in dating to brighten her day, and went on about my way. Working on, what I thought at the time was, more important work. magazine article image work, and marketing photos for RMJ Tactical. Completely ignoring what God was trying so hard to show me.
And they kept showing up, right in front of me, with me looking right at them as I walked toward them. And... I kept ignoring them. Because I found the name, Blackeyed Susan, inglorious and uninteresting, and thought surely they could have no significance compared to what I was trying to do.
And then one by one, the things I was focusing on were torn away. In the cases of one particular magazine, RMJ Tactical, and the woman I mentioned earlier, the seperations were pretty intense. We each literally despised the other as we parted ways. Or at least it seemed, I certainly despised all of them at the time.
Then one day, last summer, after my having given my life to Christ in 2021, and being focused only on my daughters, my work for Christ, and my marketing images for the outfitter I've worked for the last 5 years, these Blackeyed Susans were literally in my path. They were leaning out into the path I was walking on, literally face to face with me when I finally got to them, and the flowers were larger than my palm. I stopped, I looked at the flowers intently, I looked up at the sky, and finally acquiesced.
I sat down on a stump across the path and stared at the flowers as I started researching Blackeyed Susans, for an hour. I learned that there are multiple strains of them, and that their name has not always been such an inglorious one. In fact just the opposite. In Latin they are called Daisy Gloriosa, or the Glorious Daisy, and they have been used in medicinal extracts for thousands of years. For so many things I had been hunting other plants for.
So, I dug some up, took them home, and made extracts from the flowers, and from the roots, and made a concoction if it and two other roots with yellow flowers, and ginseng extract, and I have had a some in a cup of juice every morning and in the evenings sometimes, since last summer. And at the age of 60, my joints hurt less now than they did when I joined this foum almost 20 years ago.
So much like the red stripe in the handle of a knife I carry daily, in this image, is there to remind me of Jesus's words in the Bible,
I want the bright yellow handle Fiddleback to remind me where to put my faith and why, and to just trust God in all things
Because while the bullseye pops in the light no matter what.... I have learned there is a reason God made so many important flowers yellow, because in a sea of green, yellow pops even from a long way away. I can just imagine this shot if the Terrasaur had a canary yellow handle!
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Some of you have read the Fiddleback shop tour thread I did in 2014, titled "The Road to Fiddleback Friday, How The Knives Are Made", 12 years ago next month
In the images in that thread I captured everything I could about the subject at hand, but I was so caught up in trying to focus on just doing the best job I could possibly make of that project, and completely tune out the part of me that had been trying desperately to understand what was going wrong in my own life for a while, that there were elements I captured I wouldn't prrocess for another 11 years, almost a year ago exactly
In doing that photography project, I got to observe Andy doing his work, and when I say I got to observe it, I don't just mean I got to stand there and watch hime work... which I yes I did some of that as well
But more importantly to me, I got to zoom into his eyes and watch his mind and heart at work. I got to see with my own eyes just how much of himself he puts into his craft. I got to see, and capture, how he tuned everything else out and focused solely on what he was making.
In a shop where the temperatures were so cold, ice was building up on the inside of the respirators of some of the crew as they worked.
And that showed me why God crossed our paths, I just had to find God myself before I could grasp the significance of it in relation to the project I'm working on.
As for why the yellow, that's personal between God and I.
One day in 2017, I suddenly found myself in a field of Blackeyed Susans. I thought they were beautiful the way the sun lit them up, so I snapped a pic and sent it to a woman I was interested in dating to brighten her day, and went on about my way. Working on, what I thought at the time was, more important work. magazine article image work, and marketing photos for RMJ Tactical. Completely ignoring what God was trying so hard to show me.
And they kept showing up, right in front of me, with me looking right at them as I walked toward them. And... I kept ignoring them. Because I found the name, Blackeyed Susan, inglorious and uninteresting, and thought surely they could have no significance compared to what I was trying to do.
And then one by one, the things I was focusing on were torn away. In the cases of one particular magazine, RMJ Tactical, and the woman I mentioned earlier, the seperations were pretty intense. We each literally despised the other as we parted ways. Or at least it seemed, I certainly despised all of them at the time.
Then one day, last summer, after my having given my life to Christ in 2021, and being focused only on my daughters, my work for Christ, and my marketing images for the outfitter I've worked for the last 5 years, these Blackeyed Susans were literally in my path. They were leaning out into the path I was walking on, literally face to face with me when I finally got to them, and the flowers were larger than my palm. I stopped, I looked at the flowers intently, I looked up at the sky, and finally acquiesced.
I sat down on a stump across the path and stared at the flowers as I started researching Blackeyed Susans, for an hour. I learned that there are multiple strains of them, and that their name has not always been such an inglorious one. In fact just the opposite. In Latin they are called Daisy Gloriosa, or the Glorious Daisy, and they have been used in medicinal extracts for thousands of years. For so many things I had been hunting other plants for.
So, I dug some up, took them home, and made extracts from the flowers, and from the roots, and made a concoction if it and two other roots with yellow flowers, and ginseng extract, and I have had a some in a cup of juice every morning and in the evenings sometimes, since last summer. And at the age of 60, my joints hurt less now than they did when I joined this foum almost 20 years ago.
So much like the red stripe in the handle of a knife I carry daily, in this image, is there to remind me of Jesus's words in the Bible,
I want the bright yellow handle Fiddleback to remind me where to put my faith and why, and to just trust God in all things
Because while the bullseye pops in the light no matter what.... I have learned there is a reason God made so many important flowers yellow, because in a sea of green, yellow pops even from a long way away. I can just imagine this shot if the Terrasaur had a canary yellow handle!
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