“Whoa! That’s so cool,” my kids gasped, breathless in their excitement as they saw the colors stream through my camera lens. What looked to be a faint line of pink quickly burst into a blend of dark pink, purple, blue, and green. Photography is magic.

The human eye is fairly weak, really. We’re just not equipped to see the variations and brilliance in night light with our own eyes (one of the reasons I thank my camera after every shoot). Magical, ethereal, something other worldly — ways I could describe the beauty of the Aurora in Colorado as captured through a lens.

Now, I’m no expert in solar weather OR astrophotography — I *am* a learner, someone looking to understand and capture the incredibly reality of our universe. But, I appreciate seeing it appear through my lens; as if a troupe of fairies burst out of the ether to paint some version of heaven into the night sky.

Yes, photography is magic to me.

Photography weaves webs, like a spider readying for prey.

It waits.

It waits to strike, often catching me off-guard. But, it’s also healing. It’s healing in a way that is so natural I don’t even notice it as it’s happening. Magic happens in the most surprising places, when you think about it.

Magic happens when we’re vulnerable, left unguarded. It captures our attention and abandons without warning, leaving us breathless.

It reminds us of our smallness, our invisibility, our vulnerability. In a way, I think it makes us appreciate our existence and the precariousness of life. A reminder that these are brief moments of our lives we capture before they slip through our fingers and fade into memory.

Photography is magical because it is able to capture the beauty of living. Our lives are magic and so is the world in which we live.

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