The empty canvas waits before the Painter
It waits to be the painting it must be
Unto this end it has rightly been created
To reflect rightly what the Painter sees
A beauty that will surely find its life in its dying
So another might be born again
And in this constant death the constant beauty is created
Within the constant love that never ends
Jesus is the Master Painter
And the Holy Spirit is the Master's brush
To be dipped in the colors that portray a Father's love
That the Master's painting might be born above
That the canvas of our lives might know the Master's touch
To portray the beauty of the Master's brush
So an empty canvas waits before The Painter
An empty canvas destined to be hung
Within the gallery once it has been created
Will the canvas bear the beauty of the Son
John Michael Talbot, Terry Talbot
I wasn't really up to taking pictures today, so I spent a lot of time dabbling with some processing techniques. I've wanted to try this one for a while now. Once the picture was done, it reminded me of this beautiful song which has always a favorite of mine at this time of year when the leaves begin to turn colors.
@macaroniart Thank you Kiyra! (I like your user name!!)
@netkonnexion Thank you Damon!
@bkbinthecity Thank you Brian!
@digitalrn Thank you Rick!
thanks Sally, thanks Dione. I can't take 100% credit for thinking this up. I've seen a couple other people do it and just copied their technique.