2013 Sundial Film Festival – Best Novice Action Photograph & People’s Choice Award

The 5th Annual Sundial Film Festival (www.sundialfilmfestival.com) in 2013 was the first photography contest I entered. It is located where I live, in Redding, CA. I submitted three images into the action category of novice photography. This was a big and small step for me in the direction I want and know I am supposed to take this passion and gift of mine. In 2012 I had several conversations with friends, mentors and Hallmark School of Photography about my pursuit of photography and sharing stories. Their encouragement helped me take steps to build this site and enter the contest.

I shared with some friends about wanting to buy an editing software but I didn’t have the money due to my budget. A friend sent me money via paypal to show his support. I ended up getting money over Christmas for the software and asked my friend if I could use his contribution towards my entry fee instead. His “yes” gave me a great deal of courage thinking of the possibilities that lay before me with this contest.

It took, what I felt like a really long time to hear back about the results. I checked my e-mail at least once a day looking for an update in hopes of reading good news. About three weeks of this and I saw a new e-mail notification pop up on my phone. I was in my car getting ready to go to my house when I saw the subject line of the new email: “Winner in the Sundial Film Festival.” My face and attitude immediately changed with the addition of a great big cheesy smile forced to the surface by the feeling of excitement that I had actually won something. I was on my way home to nap because I wasn’t feeling good. So the news at that moment was great timing. I went home, read the email aloud to my friend I was with and relaxed on my bed with a smile.

I learned from the e-mail that I needed to print and frame my image to have it hung in the Cascade Theater. Again, I’m sticking to a pretty strict budget currently and thought, “I don’t know how this is going to happen. Not in the budget.” I called my mom to tell her of the news and she shared her excitement for me. I mentioned that I need to print and frame my image and that I thought it was going to be around $65, give a little, to make it happen. I also told her about it not being in “the budget.” She told me that she could pay for it if I needed help. I appreciated her offer and thought about it.

Holy Spirit has a good way of making me uncomfortable when I’m supposed to forgo the opportunity that was presented to me and wait on him for another. It’s a good uncomfortable. It feels like “Oooooooooo, nope. There is another way to blessing.” That doesn’t mean it’s always easy to trust though.

I was at a friends house a couple days later. I told her about my budget, my mom’s offer and the feeling that there was another way that I didn’t know of. In that conversation I felt my heart fully trust him in this situation and I let it go and told her “I have no idea how this is going to happen. I have a week left to order the print, frame it and turn it in.” About 30-45 minutes later we finished eating some lunch and my friend got on her facebook. She saw a post from one of her friends saying they needed someone to clean their unfurnished house the next day, Friday, and that they were moving in on Saturday. They would be paying the person $100. She looked at me and asked if I want her to share my contact information. I said, “I cleaned houses in college for extra money, heck yes, I’ll do it.”

Turns out Teri, the mom of the family, felt that God told her she would be resting during their move from Washington to Northern California. After she heard this, she was packing for their move and tore something in her knee. She literally couldn’t do anything for the move so she put her need on on facebook. She had to be taken to the hospital because her knee swelled up to the size of a softball. The doctors told her that she would be having surgery the day that she was going to clean.

Father does good things, all the time. God is good and in a really good mood. After some prayer the swelling in Teri’s knee decreased significantly. Enough to make the doctors change their mind about her needing surgery, even after they had prepped her!

God showed himself, again, as provider and healer all in a simple story of life.

The Story Behind the Image:
My team and I were on our way to the San Francisco Airport enroute to Zimbabwe. Our leader asked that the interns and alumni of the group pray for the 1st and 2nd years. I prayed for a couple of them and walked to the back of the bus where Jon was. I looked at him and thought, “Man, there is going to be a sound that comes out of him that is going to seriously release change in the location we will be in.” So I prayed for him and looked him straight in the eyes and said, “There is a sound in you that is going to be released. I don’t know what it is but something is going to come out of you and it’s going to release something that will change the atmosphere.” My trip leader was behind me and confirmed to me what I told him. She said she told him that as well and he had received that from someone else also. I was looking forward to seeing what that looked like.

About 3-4 days into the trip we had a meeting at night. We all gathered and prayed for the city we were in and the people we were there to encourage and do some teachings for. We prayed for the land and people of Zimbabwe to be restored to one another in shalom (peace). Zimbabwe is known as being the peaceful nation that people in southern countries of Africa would flee to when there was turmoil in their own nation. All of a sudden it was like Jon connected to the heart of God and the heart of the people at the same time. It was phenomenal. This was the moment when the prayers over him would manifest in reality. It was a moment of what felt like a very thin place where you would take your shoes off to see what was transpiring though this man that loves Jesus with all of his heart. His tears poured from his heart for the nation to return to its rightful state of peace and abundance. I was in awe as I had never seen anything like it. Nor had I been a past part of a current moment like this. He let out a sound that was felt by everyone in the room and literally changed the atmosphere of where we were.

A few days later we had an adventure traveling though an African safari. I rode two elephants bareback … that was amazing!
I was standing in the bed of a small truck with six or seven others, including Jon. We rode in the back bouncing around with nothing to cover our heads for shade, as the African sun beat down on our skin. We traveled around a green, lush piece of land that is being used to restore the wild animal population. It was our groups turn to see the lion and lioness. We each sat up against a wooden pole infront of the lion that was laying down to get our turn for what would be our first experience up close with a lion … in Africa. Jon sat down and at first he got a little too close. We all freaked out and told him to lean up against the pole instead.

I saw it before it happened. The lioness was aggravating the lion as it seemed like he wanted to lay and enjoy the sun. There were a couple of people taking shots of Jon for him. I saw the lion getting aggravated and I knew he was going to let out a roar. I quickly squatted down in between two of my teammates, said excuse me, as they were not taking pictures any more and clicked once at the perfect moment. Capturing moments that are rarely to return and probably won’t happen again is a big reason why I’m passionate about photography. I stood up looked at the image on the back of my camera and shouted, “Yes!” with an expressive fist pump.

Tracy, the woman who’s organization we were with, was right next to me and she knows my photography work. She was the first person to ask to see it. I clicked on my camera’s buttons to retrive the image and cupped my hand around it so she could see it in a bit of shade. Her only response was, “Isn’t that prophetic.” in a way only she can respond. I knew exactly what she ment and her tone was perfect as the words came from her mouth. I hadn’t even thought of Jon’s time a couple nights before until she said that. My insides leaped with joy as the realization of what she said clicked in my heart.

This image is a representation of the heart of God though Jon. I am honored and humbled to have been able to capture this kairos moment.

Thank you Jon for loving Jesus well and living out who you are, a son of a good and perfect Father.

Here is the image that won Best Novice Action Photograph and People’s Choice.
I also want to thank everyone who encourages and believes in me and my work! I dedicate my first award to you! :)

jon lion

Sundial Film Festival

February 18, 2010

every moment is a choice
perfect love comes from a voice
will you enter?

entering costs everything in the moment
but as you step through the threshold
everything turns into nothing
and there you are


you’re lost but found
slave but free
lost because in order for others to find you they must enter love too
slave because your experience with freedom has bound you to sacrifice for love

love is a voice

can you hear him calling?

love sets the captives free
it makes the wounded the healed
so the healed can love the wounded

it beckons our beings into a life of freedom we never knew existed
until we entered

love is a voice
it shouts into the dark with a whisper
brining forth it’s light

like walking into a dark house
and turning on a lamp
revealing everything as it actually is

joy by the window sill
comfort on the stairway
friendship in the kitchen

love is meant to be inside of a house
that house is you and me

will you enter into his voice?

“That Black Man”

The room we were in looked like it was stuck in the 1970s. On two sides of the room, perpendicular to each other, there were windows giving us a view to an outdoor common area. Another side had bookshelves that were filled with many old and intriguing books that surrounded a fireplace. Some about Zimbabwe, National Geographic magazines, Christian books, The Lord of the Rings and many others that I can’t remember and didn’t see. I had watched a documentary about what had been transpiring between the president and white farmers in Zimbabwe about 6 months prior. I also had read a little bit of a book I have about such events in addition to information online. I just met Evelyn (who’s picture is not on my site) walking outside and we were having a good conversation. I asked her to tell me about the Zimbabwe that she has known on our walk into the living room like setting we found ourselves in. She turned towards me as her face brightened with a smile and her eyes opened wider as she allowed herself to remember and engage a Zimbabwe that once was. That will be again. She shared with me how beautiful her land was using her hands as part of her expression. She told me of all the beautiful flowers and birds that I could capture with my camera and show other people the beauty of her nation. She seemed to come alive in that part of the conversation with her excitement, expressions and tone. She stopped and said, “And then that black man.” Her tone changed and her facial expressions showed the feelings of anger towards him. Her statement struck me a bit. She is a black Zimbabwean and she just referred to her president, the leader of the nation, as, “that black man.” It seemed as though she wanted no connection to him other than their obvious skin color similarities. She told me how all of what Zimbabwe is experiencing now is due to him and his corruptness. I asked her why she didn’t flee like many people in her country did. She responded, “This is my land, this is my home. I am Zimbabwean. Why would I want to go anywhere else?”

A summer night conversation

He came back outside after searching around inside Starbucks looking for a piece of paper. The sun has gone to sleep, waking up others across the earth. Bright street lights shine down on top of us lighting up our table. Giving us the ability to see. The guy sitting in the corner gave him a three hole punched lined piece of paper. He does this often. With his venti tea, lid always off and double cupped, piece of paper and pen. Nothing else. His left hand begins to write his heart to his father. I’m looking at Facebook on my computer, even though I should be replying to emails as I had planned. He stops writing, looks up at me and says, “Katrina. You’ve always been a good person.” I am intrigued by my friend. I have been since the first time we met. At the same Starbucks we are at now back in 2008. I wonder if he has ever said anything negative about anyone. I doubt it. He is a peaceful soul, calm and lacks presumption of those he meets. Intentional in the most natural way. Like how water from a brook slowly rolls over the rocks, not knowing exactly where it’s going or what rock it will help smooth out under it’s ruffles. His convictions are still and his questions asked with a powerful depth that comes from his heart. I turn my head to him, “Thank you,” I reply. “I really mean that,” he says in return. He went on to tell me how he has experienced me over the course of our friendship. In his tone, that I’m sure has made those around him feel at ease, he proceeds to explain. I listen intently; as I value the world he creates.