For the Beauty of the Earth
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For the Beauty of the EarthEXPERIENCING THE GLORY OF GOD IN THE WONDERS OF THE 49th STATEPhotography and Reﬂections byFATHER BARTHOLOMEW HUTCHERSON, OPW D POAKLAND2022
Table of ContentsIntroduction 1 Sun and Moon, Bless the Lord 9Stars of Heaven, Bless the Lord 19Light and Darkness, Bless the Lord 23Frost and Cold, Ice and Snow, Bless the Lord 39Mountains and Hills, Bless the Lord 49Everything Growing on Earth, Bless the Lord 75Seas and Rivers, Bless the Lord 79All you Birds of the Air, Bless the Lord 89All you Beasts Wild and Tame, Bless the Lord 95All you Mortals, Bless the Lord 101Blessed are you, O Lord, in the Temple of Your Glory 114Outroduction 127Aerword: Priests of the Lord, Bless the Lord 129About Father Bart 130Index of Included Texts 131
INTRODUCTIONLet us Bless the Lord!Several years ago, while taking photos of the sun rising over the Sea of Galilee, I spontaneously started quietly singing “As morning breaks, I look to you, O God to be my strength this day…” is is from a John Michael Talbot song based on an antiphon in Sunday Morning Prayer. e beauty of the moment moved me to a spontaneous act of worship. e experience of being moved to worship at the sight of a beautiful thing was not new to me. Beauty captivates me. But it was the rst time I had become aware of it in relationship to photography. For me, the real joy of photography is that of being a “beauty collector.” Not only have I enjoyed the magnicent splendor of sunrises in some of the most beautiful places in the world, but I have also captured them with my camera. is enables me not only to add them to my extensive collection of inspiring sunrises to enjoy later, but also to share the inspiration with others quite easily. But the point is not the picture. It is the inspiration. My desire in every sunrise is to capture that rst moment that the light of the sun pierces the horizon. I have my camera trained on the exact spot where the sun will rst appear, and I am ready! But no matter how many times I experience this, I will always look forward to the next time. Because that rst glimpse of the sun’s rays signies new beginning, full of potential, replete with hope… But not only have I had the experience, I have captured it, with all its potential and signicance, so I can relive it later. It is the na-ture of memory that whenever I look at the photos I snapped that morning on the shore of the Sea of Galilee, John Michael Talbot is singing in my mind’s ear, and my heart is lied to God. I am inspired all over again.I took the name of this work from another hymn that oen comes to mind when I am photographing mountains and landscapes. e beauty of a sun-rise and other natural wonders inspires me. e experience is like enjoying a painting and wanting to know more about the artist and to see more of her work. Every sunrise is like a new painting from the same artist. And every sunrise reminds me of that artist, Our Creator God.
Early humans deied the sun and the moon. In the Judeo-Christian un-derstanding of the Cosmos, those heavenly bodies are creatures, given by God for the governing of time, especially with regards to night and day. Light was the rst organizing principle of the Cosmos. As such, the pres-ence of a great light in the sky during the day and lesser lights in the sky at night has given comfort to people as a sign of God’s ongoing presence and blessing. Light is life. St. John associates light with Jesus: “What came to be through him [Jesus, the Word] was life, and this life was the light of the human race; the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it… e true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world.” (John 1:3-6,9) And in his Apocalyptic vision of the New Jerusalem he wrote: “e city had no need of sun or moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gave it light, and its lamp was the Lamb [Jesus].” (Revelation 21:23) So in our tradition, the sun, moon and stars are all associated with God and Jesus. But even before the sun and moon took on these associations, they were awe-inspiring simply because of their dependability and their beauty. We use the sun and the moon to count hours and days and months, and years. ey are always there. We utter the phrase “as sure as the sun will rise in the morning…” Even in a more scientic age when we know centuries in advance when certain anomalies to the schedule (e.g. eclipses) will occur, we still admire their dependability. erefore, they may symbolize for us one of the most cherished attributes of God: steadfast faithfulness. Likewise, the beauty of the sun has long inspired both artists and believers. Artists have rendered both sun and moon, especially in the extremes of the day, sunrise and sunset, because they are simply beautiful. I have lost many hours of precious sleep getting up ahead of the rising sun to capture the rst glimpses of light on the eastern horizon. As I said in the intro-duction, some of my favorite photos over the years were those of sunrise over a special place or object. But again, as much as I love the beauty of the heavenly bodies for their own sake, as a Christian and a religious, beauty SUN & MOONBless the Lord!
STARS OF HEAVENBless the Lord!Whether capturing nighttime cityscapes or the Milky Way, nighttime photogra-phy is a genre of its own. I have enjoyed the remarkable beauty of the lights of a city reected in water or the lights of a Christmas tree in the town square. But as beautiful as man-made lights are, they cannot compete with the glory of those made by God which twinkle in the nocturnal vastness. We who have lived our entire lives in cities have to be reminded of the glory of a night sky not polluted by man-made lights. While I might see the brightest stars from my city, articial lights obscure the millions of stars visible to the naked eye. In this section and the next, you will see that I took advantage of my Alaskan ministry to wander away from city and enjoy the night sky. Most photographers in the northern hemisphere prefer to photograph the Milky Way in the summer. Its clarity in Alaska’s winter sky inspired me. Polaris and the Big Dipper, ever-present in the Alaskan starscape, are themselves symbols of the state. Likewise, Cassiopeia delights with her comforting companionship for searchers of the late-night Alaskan sky. From ancient times, knowledge of the stars has been thought an indicator of wisdom. Stars were believed to have inuence on human events, and those who understood the stars were advisors of kings and nations. e God of Abraham used the innumerability of the stars to illustrate his promise of ospring to the Patriarch: “He took him outside and said: Look up at the sky and count the stars, if you can. Just so, he added, will your descendants be.” (Genesis 15:5) St. Matthew tells us the birth of the Messiah was announced by a stellar her-ald. Magi (wise men) interpreted the star and sought the newborn to pay him homage (Matthew 2:1-12). Like other celestial bodies, the stars point us to their creator. Alaska aorded me many opportunities to enjoy the wonder of the night sky. Each was an exercise in praise, reminding me to give thanks to the “creator of the stars of night.”
For he [God] gave me sound knowledge of what exists, that I might know the structure of the universe and the force of its elements, e beginning and the end and the midpoint of times, the changes in the sun’s course and the variations of the seasons, Cycles of years, positions of stars, natures of living things, tempers of beasts, Powers of the winds and thoughts of human beings, uses of plants and virtues of roots— Whatever is hidden or plain I learned,for Wisdom, the artisan of all, taught me. -----Wisdom of Solomon 7:17-22-----
LIGHT AND DARKNESSBless the Lord!In the Western dualistic way of thinking, dark is bad and light is good. But the Song of the ree Young Men calls on “darkness and light” to bless the Lord, reminding us that darkness is part of God’s creation, too. Aversion to darkness will keep a lot of people from ever experiencing the glory of an arctic winter. [I readily admit that I was concerned about it before I visited in the height of winter.] But aer spending the dark months in Alaska, I am re-minded of Simon and Garfunkel calling darkness an “old friend.” Although I did nd it strange to watch the sun rise just before lunch, I made friends with the winter darkness.Arctic peoples have evolved dierently with regards to bitter cold and dark-ness, and learned over eons to cope. ose who have made the far North their home have developed coping strategies using articial light and dierent methods of light-gathering to make the long, dark winters more bearable. I was interested to learn of one such intentional strategy in the design of the new rectory at Holy Family Old Cathedral in Anchorage. Large south-facing clerestory windows were incorporated into the second oor to collect as much daylight as possible during the months when light is scarce. As the end of December approached, I rushed around Anchorage taking pictures of holiday lights, assuming they would disappear aer the beginning of the new year, as they do everywhere else. I was pleasantly surprised that they did not. I was told that in Anchorage they are not “Christmas Lights.” ey are “winter lights,” and people leave them up until natural light reaches equilibrium in the spring. ey bring joy in the dark months, and I have to admit I missed them when they went away.As I said in the previous chapter, articial light does not hold a candle to (pun intended) lights created by the Creator of the stars of night, and Alaska
FROST & COLDICE & SNOWBless the Lord!I lived in Salt Lake City for four years at the beginning of my priestly ministry, so I am not unaccustomed to cold and snowy weather. I have enjoyed outdoor winter sports and learned to drive in winter weather. And while it helped me not be fearful of the Alaskan winter, the two are not the same. But, as I had to make friends with darkness, I also had to make friends with the cold—the very cold, the kind of cold that kills you if you disrespect it.Like the people of the Arctic, the ora and fauna of the extreme north have adapted to the conditions. And like the peoples of the North, they are hardy. One develops an even deeper sense of the awe at God’s creative genius when paying attention to the eects of the deep cold things like sh spawning cy-cles, hibernation schedules, how seeds are developed and protected by native plant species, and how the trees have adapted. But even as a non-native, I can appreciate the cold’s most positive quality: it is exhilarating and energizing. When one is outside in very cold weather, one is aware of being alive! Of course, as I spent hours outside in the deep cold of night in places that were not altogether familiar to me, I was grateful that bears hibernate during the time the Aurora is visible. at was one danger I did not have to worry about. What I did have to pay attention to was how I dressed and how my exposed skin felt when I was outside in sub-zero temperatures!As much as I love beautiful snowscapes, Alaska showed me a dierent weath-er phenomenon that is even more dazzling—hoarfrost or frozen fog. When temperatures are very cold, vapor in the air condenses all over certain surfac-es causing ice crystals to form on them. e weeping birch tree in the photo to the le would only have snow on its largest branches, even aer a huge snow storm. But frozen fog clings to every branch, including the whip-like “weeping” branches, clothing them all in delicate ice crystals.
MOUNTAINS & HILLSBless the Lord!I landed in Anchorage in the mid-aernoon on December 9, 2020. e sun was setting and the sky was that beautiful pink color that seems unique to Alaska. I could see the snow-covered mountains just beyond the city’s skyline to the east. ey were bathed in a marvelous orange that made me immediately fall in love with them. My love aair with mountains is life-long. But having grown up in the southeastern US, where the tallest mountains are not even 7000 feet, I could not truly appreciate the variety and immensity of mountains until I moved west as an adult. e jagged peaks of the Rockies, the forested slopes of the Sierra Nevadas, the glacier-pocked volcanic cones of Cascades—now those were mountains! Over the years, I had come to truly love BIG mountains. And on this score, Alaska does not disappoint.Before my 2021 sojourn, I knew intellectually about Alaska’s Mountains. Like every elementary school geographer, I was aware that the tallest peak in the US was in Alaska (although I would have probably still called it “Mount McKinley”). Even just looking around from my Anchorage home base, I could see that there were magnicent peaks in nearly every direction. But my understanding of Alaskan mountains shied drastically when, on Christmas Day, I drove to Glennallen to celebrate Mass for the small Catholic Community at Holy Family Church. I le in pitch darkness and falling snow. Because I was very focused on not driving o the unfamiliar road, I had little time to notice the scenery around me. But as I crested the Eureka Summit, the snow had stopped and dawn’s light had begun to appear on the southeastern horizon. In the light of dawn, I could make out three prominent peaks in the distance. e triad guiding me to Glennallen were volcanoes in the Wrangell-St. Elias Range. I would later learn that they are Mounts Sanford, Drum, and Wrangell. at center mountain, Drum, would
EVERYTHING GROWING ON EARTHBless the Lord!Compared to other places that I have lived, there are very few species of trees native to Alaska. e ones that do grow here must be tough to sur-vive the harsh winter conditions of the far north. Vast swaths of Alaska are tundra, a word that literally means “no trees.” Traveling north on the Dalton Highway, one sees a designated “furthest north spruce tree,” signifying that what is north of there is tundra. Tundra is frozen desert. And, like other deserts, it is typied by low growing scrub and bushes. Where trees do grow in Alaska, perhaps the most unique is the spindly black spruce. ey are present in many of the pictures (including the one in this page). When they are covered in snow, they have a Dr. Seuss-like quality to them (see photos on pages 46, 55, and 68).Most of the photos in this chapter are of wildowers. Flowers in a cultivated space are nice, but I prefer wildowers, which help us mark the seasons. In most places, wildowers indicate the coming of spring. Just when we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus, wildowers carpet the world, telling us that nature is also resurrecting from its winter sleep. In Alaska, the wildowers come a little later and tell us summer is here. And one, the ubiquitous magenta reweed, like that in the photo to the le, signies the passing of summer like a natural timepiece. ey bloom from the bottom up throughout the summer. As the top owers bloom and the stalk goes to seed, Alaskans know that the rst snows of winter are not far away.Even Jesus used wildowers as a symbol of God’s providence. Wildowers remind us that even in the cold dark of winter, God was caring for his creation. Aer their winter dormancy, even without cultivation, they burst forth in splendor unmatched by any man-made beauty!
SEAS & RIVERSBless the Lord!ere is water everywhere in Alaska. e state is surrounded by salt water and the entire peninsula is pock-marked with lakes, rives, and ponds fed by the tons of snow melt each spring and summer. ere are many places in Alaska that are still only accessible by water. at is true both in the interior and on some of the islands. To say that water is important is an understatement. ere are mighty rivers that always ow, and rivers that trickle in the autumn and winter but rage as the snows melt in the spring and summer. ere are vast inlets and sounds and coves and bays carved into the craggy coastlines all around the peninsula that is Alaska.All this water is the life blood of this vast land. And the rivers are like veins running throughout the state. ose waters teem with sh and wildlife and are the source of nourishment for man, beast, and plants. e waters are also stunningly beautiful. In the spring and summer, almost every-where you look there are waterfalls swelled with snow melt, delivering that life source to the earth below. Like the wildowers in the last chapter, these inland waters are a great sign of the new life of spring. Water has long had many religious signicances. But the wild waters of the 49th State are, like the snows that preserve those waters, signs of God’s providential care for his creation.e photos in this chapter include all manner of water as I encountered it all over the state, including seas, rivers, and lakes. Most of these were tak-en during the spring and summer when the ice covering lakes had melted. In March, Fr. Steve and I hiked three miles across the frozen surface of Portage Lake in order to get a closeup look at the Portage Glacier. It was surreal to see that same lake completely thawed less than three months later. e interplay between the frozen water of winter and the liquid of summer is a source of constant amazement for me. at dierence is illus-trated with two photos on page 74.
ALL YOU BIRDS OF THE AIRBless the Lord!I readily admit that I am no wildlife photographer. I take pictures of things that stay still (like buildings and mountains). Birds and animals do not sit still for me to get my camera set to the perfect settings. Or so I thought until I encountered the bald eagles of Dutch Harbor. ey sit still for hours on end, especially on cold days when the sun shines - they will sun their feathers in one place the whole day. Bald eagles are huge and majestic, and rather impos-ing. Until you get to know them. ey are also lazy, opportunistic scavengers. I have to admit to losing a little respect for our national symbol during my stay on Unalaska; because I always knew if I wanted to photograph them, I could nd them scavenging at the island’s garbage dump! I understand now why Jewish dietary law included eagles and other raptors among “unclean” animals (Leviticus 11).Of course none of that stopped me from being endlessly amused by the eagles on Unalaska (that are as ubiquitous there as pigeons in Times Square) during my month-long stay on that island last spring. I was able to get very close to them and to observe their behaviors. I especially enjoyed watching them take ight. It is easy to understand why these graceful and majestic creatures have been the symbol of power and authority in various human cultures. Writers of the Hebrew Scriptures invoked the birds’ size and power as a symbol for God’s might and protection. God promised through the prophet Isaiah that those who hope in God will have the strength and stamina of these massive raptors.I encountered eagles in many other places in Alaska, but aer capturing liter-ally thousands of images during that month on Unalaska, I never felt the need to photograph them. So all of these pictures are from Dutch Harbor and other places around the island of Unalaska. No other captions are necessary. I hope they inspire you as they did me.
ALL YOU BEASTS WILD & TAMEBless the Lord!is chapter provides even more proof that I am no wildlife photographer. I love seeing animals in the wild, but I am seldom prepared to take photographs of them. If I have my camera with me, I am usually shooting something else and the settings are not correct to get good photos of the animal that I hap-pened upon. Sometimes I get lucky and get a good shot. e one time the animal startling me was a bear, I was not thinking about camera settings. And while I did have my camera and managed to snap a couple of photos, my biggest concern was putting distance between me and the bear!e good pictures of bears in this section were of sedentary bears that had just awakened from hibernation at the Alaska Wildlife Conservation Center(AWCC).I did experience a lot of moose in the wild. While moose are also somewhat dangerous, I was less concerned about encountering them than I was about bears. ey are amazing animals, and I enjoyed getting to know the species.In addition to the eagles, Unalaska gave me the opportunity to see fox and sea otters up close. Both animals were trapped to near extinction in the last century, but have made a comeback in the Aleutians.e only caribou I saw were at AWCC. But I did see Dall sheep (a species of mountain sheep) on several drives across the Glenn Highway. e most pe-culiar thing I encountered in the wild was a red-masked pheasant in Homer. ey were introduced by hunters in that area in the last century and have made themselves at home. I am happy to include this short chapter. I am only sorry that I never saw a whale during my stay. Maybe next time.Like all of creation, the intricacies of animal behavior and instincts point to the creative genius of our God!
is is largely a book about encountering God in the beauty of his creation, and there-fore most of the photos are of nature. ere are those who will object to any mention of the Trans Alaska Pipeline or oil in a book about nature or creation. And while I would understand the objection, I think it is important in this context to celebrate the human achievements of Alaska. I did not come to Alaska as a nature photographer. I came as a priest. e object of my work is not the trees and mountains, and eagles and moose. e object of my work is men and women, the sons and daughters of God. And I want my celebration of God’s glory evident in Alaska to include those “mortals.” Near the end of their song of praise, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego bade all manner of humans to bless the Lord along with the rest of God’s creation. I, too, want to remind us that human nature is also nature. And the human beings of Alaska are a tough breed set apart. I was blessed to spend time with Alaskan Natives, elderly pioneers and homesteaders who came before statehood, soldiers and airmen who were assigned to Alaska and fell in love with it, and men and women who came for employment in various industries and endeavors. In this section, I want to highlight some of the achievements of the men and women of the 49th State. e accomplishments are pro-portional to the size of this great land. God is praised in the accomplishments of his human creation. Because we are created in the image of the Creator God, we, too, create. e photos in this chapter celebrate human ingenuity, fortitude, tenacity, and drive. Alaska has many natural resources, and the history of all the human beings of this land—Alaska Natives, Pioneers, and pipeline and oil workers of the late 20th Century—has been a history of extracting those resources for the good of God’s human creation. e nickname of the 49th State is “e Last Frontier.” Much of the state is still un-spoiled by human intervention. But even that which is “spoiled” by human contact is resilient and remains absolutely beautiful. I am grateful for the Trans Alaska Pipeline. Were it not for the need to get the oil from the North Slope to Valdez, the Dalton Highway would have never been built, and I would have never been able to drive to the Brooks Range. at pipeline made some of the most outstanding pictures in this book possible. It was also during that journey that I came to appreciate the enormity and complexity of the pipeline accomplishment. We can argue about oil another time, this chapter is about Alaska’s human resources and their ingenuity and creativity.ALL YOU MORTALSBless the Lord!
IN THE TEMPLE OF YOUR HOLY GLORYBlessed are You , O LordMy nal chapter celebrates a particular species of the human accomplishments that I highlighted in the previous chapter. Any project that originated in my seven-month Alaskan sojourn, must include the very reason I went to Alaska in the rst place. I went to minister to God’s people. I practiced that ministry in many places far and wide. And as I did, I was inspired by the great work of God’s people in the 49th State. Even in the midst of COVID the people of God came to their churches to oer God his due worship. As I celebrated Masses and preached to Alaskans, my heart was lled up with the beauty of their church buildings and their church communities. I am also aware that the priests of Alaska are hard working men. ere are not nearly enough of them, and they were grateful for my help in the various places in which I ministered. But it was truly I who was blessed. Whether in tiny communities in far-ung villages, or full churches in the Anchorage area, wherever I went, I encountered a faithful Church, aware of God’s blessings, and grateful for the blessings of living in Alaska. e photos in this section are largely churches where I ministered. But I have also included some Catholic Churches I simply visited. And I photographed a number of glorious Russian Orthodox Churches as well. I was especially blessed to be given a tour of the historic Orthodox Church in Unalaska. ere I visited with the Orthodox priest, an Alaskan Native, who shared with me rsthand the dicult history of the Orthodox Natives of the Aleutians. I have also included photos of a couple of log churches that date back to pioneer days. When the Christian people of the 49th State gather to pray, they do so in lovely spaces. All of these beautiful buildings (some very simple, some very elaborate) are a testament to God’s presence and action among the faithful of Alaska. ey inspired me as much as mountains, sunrises, and the dancing Aurora. Blessed are you, O Lord in the temple of your glory. Praiseworthy and glorious above all forever.
OUTRODUCTIONExalted above all forever!I teach my preaching students to think of their homilies or sermons as not really concluding, per se. Rather, just as their introduction leads the listener into the material (from the Latin intro + ducere = “to lead into”), so the end of the preaching should lead the listeners out of the material. So the end is an outroduction. I teach them that the listener should be led one of two places (or a combination of the two): to the rest of the liturgy in which it is being preached, or to our lives in the real world. e rst will tie the sermon to the ongoing act of worship; and second is to help transform our lives and further the Kingdom of God outside of the act of worship.In the introduction, I said I intended this book to be a sermon. So where would I like to lead you? I hope that my images and words have inspired you and that you come away with a healthy sense of gratitude for the many ways that we encounter God’s grace in the world around us. I have included the texts of hymns, songs, poems, and Scripture so that the whole work can be seen as an extended prayer book. So, I hope that, in the end, your response is the refrain of the hymn from which I take the title: “Lord of all to you we raise, this our hymn of grateful praise.”But I also hope that this sermon of images will lead you outside, literally. I do not work for the Alaska Tourism Oce, so I am not encouraging you to visit the 49th State. (I hope that if you do, you will be as inspired by it as I am.) I happen to have taken these photos during an extraordinary stay in a particularly beautiful place. But I know that the beauty represented in this work is present everywhere. It is the real point of the work. e last line of Isaac Watts’ beautiful hymn I sing the Mighty Power of God is “and every-where that we can be, thou, God, art present there.” I have found through the years that in all the many places I have lived and visited, the beauty of God’s creation is evident. In the most urban settings, in pastoral scenes, on the shore, in the mountains, in the desert, or digging through the ruins of an ancient civilization, the creative genius of our God and the human beings created in His image breaks forth like the dawn.
Conditor Alme Siderum (“Creator of the Stars of Night”), 22“For the Beauty of the Earth” by Folliott S. Pierpoint, 32“God’s Grandeur” by Gerard Manley Hopkins, 103“How Great ou Art” by Carl Boberg, 68“I Sing the Mighty Power of God” by Isaac Watts, 111“Morning has Broken” by Eleanor Farjeon, 12New American Bible (Revised Edition): Genesis 1:26-28, 107 Exodus 19:4, 91 Deuteronomy 32:10-12, 90 Psalm 8:2-10, 105 Psalm 18:2-4, 63 Psalm 19:2, 29 Psalm 19:2-7, 14 Psalm 62:2-3, 61 Psalm 89:12-13, 68 Psalm 95:3-5, 52 Psalm 98:7-9, 84 Psalm 104:24,27-30, 99 Psalm 104, 125 Psalm 113:3, 15 Psalm 121:1-2, 58 Psalm 136:1-9, 16 Psalm 147:16, 18, 74 Psalm 147, 43 Psalm 148:3, 21 Wisdom 7:17-22, 20 Isaiah 9:1, 30 Isaiah 40:28-31, 93 Isaiah 52:7, 73 Daniel 3:31-90, 7 Matthew 6:28-33, 77 John 1:2-5, 27“e Canticle of the Sun” by St. Francis of Assisi, 18, 88Te Deum, 26Index of Included TextsBold Type indicates the page number on which the text appearsBeauty will save the world...from The Idiot, by Fyodor Dostoevsky