Filter me

I have downloaded some pretty cool apps that transform pictures from my iPhone into a plethora of new images.  They make for a creative wonderland, especially when one discovers how to move photos from one app to another. The final picture has endless possible combinations and outcomes.  There is an app for adding stickers (glasses, hats, and ties) to faces.  An app for drawing in a little extra something or adding a dash of color. An app for putting in dialogue, changing a photograph into a sketch or putting them all into a collage.

For the most part, I navigate these options fairly quickly, knowing weather or not I want my granddaughter to wear a crown or my grandson, a funny nose.  The difficult decision comes with the choice of filter.  There are so many.  What impurities do I want to remove?  What feature do I want to backlight/highlight?  What do I want to communicate?  I try them all.

Filters eliminate unwanted material.  They soften, enhance, fade, focus, color, alter the image in subtle but dramatic ways. I remember a picture I had taken a few years ago when a well-intentioned photographer “smoothed” away the wrinkles in my forehead and around my eyes.  The result was a bit frightening. Who is this strange woman? I thought.  “Put my wrinkles back.”

There are other kinds of filters besides ones used for photography.  Sunglasses filter the harmful rays of the sun.  Cigarette filters soften the blow of nicotine –  think Camel vs Salem (from back in the day). Coffee filters keep grounds from ending up in your morning cup of joe.  Filters are what the grandchildren don’t have when they say things like, “eweeu I don’t like it,” in front of Aunt Agnes when opening her gift.  Filters are handy and often necessary.  The challenge comes in not using too many filters to the point of altering an object beyond recognition, unless you want the result to be like carefully filtered answers from politicians on difficult questions.

Time is its own peculiar filter.  A woman goes on and on about her glory days in high school and you remember how she could not wait to graduate.  The picture you once wanted to trash because it made you look fat and old is now your Facebook profile pic because it makes you look so darn good.  You want to spend time with an old friend who really hurt your feelings, but for the likes of you, you can’t remember what happened.  Death often mercifully filters out the unimportant, negative perceptions one once may have had of the deceased.

A photograph captures a moment which when altered by an artist becomes uniquely his or her own.  One’s life is also a moment captured in time.  A moment which has the potential to be filtered through the dynamic love of a merciful creator.  How, where, and when The Artist applies the filter is worthy of much thought.   Stunning possibilities!



Mary, Mary quite contrary, how do your buckets flow?

Perhaps because the years have filled me with so many conflicting experiences, people and situations, a simple cup can not possibly hold the measure of my personality. Contrary to the familiar analogy of an optimist vs a pessimist, I have no cup at all, half full or half empty. I spend time, consciously and unconsciously, emptying and filling two large buckets.

Two buckets, one containing all the beautiful, lovely, admirable, creative, joyful, life-giving moments one can possibly imagine. The other, heavy with un-resolved issues, disappointment, pain, guilt, betrayal, fear.

When either bucket is full to capacity, a tiny drop of emotional input triggers an inexplicable reaction, a blending and bubbling up, a spilling out of the bucket’s mysterious content.

Imagine what a steady drip or sudden downpour releases.


Speaking of Buckets – just for fun – click and listen

Bucket Full of Rain……..DejaBlueGrass Band