Cincinnati
Night Photography is one of my favorite things. I love the hassle of positioning the tripod just right. The anticipation, waiting for the shutter to snap, is like the cream in the middle of an Oreo- it’s delicious, it’s awkward and you don’t experience it much. The shutter usually opens for a 100th of a second, but with night photography, you can leave it open as long as you want. Night photography is usually a hit or miss; it’s trial and error. All in all, we got some pretty good shots, however, the most memorable part of the trip wasn’t the pictures we took, but the ones we were afraid to take.
While we were driving/walking around downtown Cincinnati at 3 am, we met, or at least saw, many interesting people. They were the poorest of the poor. The prostitutes and homeless. Here I am walking around with enough camera equipment to probably pay their rent for a few months. I’m actually ashamed that I didn’t help anyone. I was afraid.
Jesus came for the poor and the broken. My heart was burdened for them, but not broken. I want my heart to break for the weak and the poor. We saw a 23 year old girl selling herself on the street. Should I have purchased her for the night and taken her for coffee? Do I consider my own safety? Would she even listen to me?
Jesus came for those in need. He was a friend of sinners. He ate with the wretched. He is their savior.
