Today I'm busy in preparation for my May/June trip to Africa. To the right of my desk, I have this photo from Uganda mounted on my wall. It's in my top 5 photos I've ever taken and a strong challenger for #1. I shot this photo on my first trip to Uganda. We were in Gulu, the epicenter of a long and bloody civil war where countless children were used as child soldiers.
On this first trip to Gulu, the war had only recently subsided and the air was still tense. When I took this photo, we sat on a public bus for the long, bumpy, uncomfortable ride back to Kampala. Buses don't leave until they are full, so you could wait a VERY long time. And we did.
Out my window was this bright red wall with the words "God Given" painted on them. We had spent some time around various orphanages in Gulu. Many of the children we met had been taken as child soldiers so the words on the wall reminded of God's interest and care for each child.
I waited and waited for someone to walk in front of the wall to compose a great photo. As I waited, the shadow slosely crept down the wall. The, just as the shadow started overtaking the words, this boy in blue sat down. I got this shot. I'm reminded how I can't predict what will happen on these trips: the people I'll meet, the experiences I'll have, or the photos I'll take. Sometimes you return with nothing, but other times you come back with a moment worth hanging on your wall. Like this boy, these important, unpredictable moments can also be "God Given."