In 1999, I found myself working in Norway. One evening as I sat looking over the fjord. I felt a deep sense of melancholy when Enigma’s Return to Innocence played out the drama; an image and sensation that no golden-hour shot could ever capture. I watched this large golden ball of compressed energy close in over the fjord, and I felt a deep feeling of peace as I felt at one with creation.
I can understand why onlookers are moved to tears at the site of a solar eclipse and many have come to God after witnessing creation’s beauties. I recall some years ago reading about a woman who was driven to frustration being in a stubborn traffic jam.
Suddenly, she found herself in the moment as she watched a glorious sundown. She realised then and there, that there must be a creator with the quality of kindness to give the human family an image that no painter could duplicate.