The distant passing of the path spurred me further into the woods as the light slowly crept deeper into the trees. My path thus far was among boulders and trees along the coast. As I listened to the water lap up against the rocks I rolled up around the corner, along a path that slipped away from the open coast to the secluded trees. As I hunted for a more secluded place to set up my equipment. I was chasing the glow of the morning sun before it appeared in the horizon. As I fought in a hurried manner through the foliage to a small cliff that was hidden from the light of the lighthouse. A place where it would no longer disturb the woods. It was along this quiet cliff that I readied my self for the glory of the King to show itself. In the tranquility of the morning I waited for his finger to reach down and begin painting on the horizon. The colors came forth in new depths and tones as the morning greeted the horizon. They danced along the clouds to a crescendo of yellow and white streaks burst forth from the orb as it was slowly lifted into the sky.

As I bounced back along the path I looked for hidden treasures. The small things that can easily be missed in the business of a morning; as it comes to life for the day.

When I made my way back along the rocks in front of the tree lined path. They were there, almost secretively coming out of hiding. The soft humming from their wings began to rise around me. Their numbers grew as the sun warmed the rocks and trees. I almost squished one as I reached for the small birch tree in front of me. He was the length of my hand. The treasure that I looked for sat almost motionless in front of me. He blended into the depth of the tree almost flawlessly. As I snapped off a few shots, I studied his splendor. His simple structure in ways that I had never seen before. Without warning he lifted off in the breeze not to be seen again.

The allure of macro photography has been an area that I never grow tired of. The simplicity of capturing nature in its smallest forms is a challenging and rewarding type of photography that creates its own set of challenges. For each opportunity that comes before you, the task is different. Whether you enjoy the world with macro lenses or zoom lenses to capture the picture the way your eye sees it is always a challenge. The slightest breeze or a small delay in pushing the shutter can take that once in a lifetime shot and drop it to the depths of just another missed picture. But the thrill of the chase and the patience needed to capture the story makes it worth the effort.

The lighthouse in Two Harbors, Minnesota on a mid August morn is a great place to come and enjoy the challenges of capturing the small world during a radiant sunrise. The subtle beauty of the small world that is often passed by in our busy lives. So come, pull up on a rock and enjoy the rhythmic waves of the lake. And the splendor of the trails that surround the lighthouse. Or come in the evening and be captured by the gentle humming of the wings of nature. Or the beauty of a sunset over the Two Harbors docks.

I invite you to come and “shoot the world with light,” in the world of the small.

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