In the photograph, Charged Heavens, it’s a day that grew dark out at the oil derrick. When a single strike of lightning hits nearby. The photograph captures the lightning strike. It almost appears to be hitting the pumpjack in the background. Although it is likely far behind. I once read a snippet about a little boy who smiled at the sky every time there was lightning. Surprised by his lack of fear, his mother asked why he kept smiling at the sky. He simply said, “When, God takes my picture I want to make sure I am smiling for the camera”. Here we are, two photographers attempting to catch the same magnificent image. The difference is, I manage to capture His flash.
Admiring the oil site, I notice the Texas and American flags hanging side by side high with Texas pride. Representing our community and industry’s faithfulness to country and state, standing tall for all to see. The lights amid the buildings shine like bright stars full of promise to all those who report for duty. I notice a man in the dog house, focused on his tasks at hand. He is unaware of the photographer capturing his image. Because he represents all those who are loyal to this industry. Always ensuring it is measured by success. That it is strong enough to withstand all that may come. At this moment, I am proud to photograph this great image, Charged Heavens, and all it represents. I am even more proud to share this photography space with the great photographer Himself.