As I stood on the rocky shoreline, watching the storm roll in, I felt the raw energy of nature all around me. The lighthouse stood tall and unwavering, its beam cutting through the turbulent sky, a symbol of guidance in the face of chaos. Above, the clouds loomed heavy and ominous, swirling with a sense of impending power. And then, almost as if on cue, a bolt of lightning struck over the water in the distance, filling the scene with a dramatic intensity I could hardly believe.

What struck me just as much, though, was the quiet movement of a barge slowly making its way down the lake, undeterred by the storm brewing above. It felt like a quiet resilience against nature’s force, much like the lighthouse itself, standing firm and steady despite the chaos surrounding it. The horizon was barely visible, blurred into dark shades as the vastness of the water stretched out endlessly, adding to the sense of isolation and power in the moment.

This photograph, for me, is about contrast—the wildness of the storm clashing with the steadfastness of the lighthouse and that lone barge. It captures the tension between nature’s force and the symbols of safety and endurance, reminding me of the strength God gives even during the most turbulent moments.