I found it striking that the edition Ekstasis Magazine sent me features the view I've always written about on its cover...
the nighttime scene I've passed countless times on the train ride home. The vision of the cityscape's brilliant enormity never lasting long enough; the journey over the bridge always wistful and fleeting.
I've photographed this train ride view for years, and still there are no images—or words—that encapsulate it.
Several months ago, I posted a photo I took of the glistening row of buildings at dusk with psalm 137:4 written beneath it:
How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?
When I flipped open my bible to photograph alongside the magazine this morning, it opened to psalm 137, and there I saw that same verse. Seeing it once again beside this skyline image brought to mind a familiar question: whether to leave a place long called home, or remain where one has deep roots.
When I saw the subtitle on the cover, Beauty In The Midst Of Chaos, I thought, how fitting—how perfectly said.
This city is one of chaos, but there is still beauty to be found in its midst.
While I'm still here, that's what I'll do.
