I was as enthralled as a child as
I (and six other adults in my family) viewed the annual display of lights at Callaway Gardens. I tried to photograph parts of
scenes along the five-mile trip through the gardens, but the “Jolly Trolley” we
were riding on bounced too much for me to hold the camera steady enough to get
sharply-focused photographs. So, for much of the time, I “took pictures with my
eyes” and stored them in my mind rather than on an SD card.
But the few “keepers” I took with
my camera trigger a mental slideshow of other elements in the 15 dazzling
scenes along the route we followed that chilly night in early December. For
example, I can visualize “Christmas
Tree Lane” and the frogs in “Nature’s Wonderland”
and other magical subjects created by the 8 million lights.
I loved “Snowflake Valley”
that depicted softly swirling snowflakes, all much bigger than in life
and some really, really huge. But my favorite scene of all was “The Nativity,”
located near the entrance/exit of the trolley. After having spent the better
part of an hour enjoying various sights and sounds associated with the
Christmas season, I appreciated all the more the reverence I felt as I stood
quietly and looked at the story of Christ’s Birth, beautifully told by the
lights. It’s an age-old story, the story of the blessed night when God became flesh
in the form of the Baby born in Bethlehem;
yet it’s a story that is always sweet and precious, whether told with
words or with lights.
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