I bought this and another book on contemplative photography from a more social justice oriented position at the same time and read this one first. I definitely got some things out of it - she talks about receiving photos rather than taking them, there were some exercises that were interesting. I didn't find it super-christian. it was more in the mystical tradition than talking about jesus or anything.
there was just too much there for me, I had to leave a lot of it on the plate. a lot of meditation exercises, like guided meditations. first of all, how do you meditate at the same time as remembering 4 paragraphs of instructions from the book? secondly, I'm just not a meditator. I am convinced it has a multitude of benefits but I dislike doing it. (I don't exercise either). but there was also just a lot of stuff that makes my eyes glaze over. maybe possibly I would discover some great spiritual truths about myself by asking myself, "if my life was a mosaic, what would the different colors represent?" or "how does your spirit receive black and white photos differently from color photos?" BUT I KIND OF DOUBT IT. it left me wondering if these were actually questions the author had found helpful or revealing, or if she was just brainstorming to fill space.
the most ridiculous exercise was in the chapter on reflections - so, thinking about photos of reflections in water, mirrors, surfaces. there were also chapters on shadows, color, etc. she mentions this tradition of telling your truth to your reflection, and suggested you go to the edge of some water - a lake, a stream, a puddle, or even your filled bathtub, whisper your truth to your reflection, listen for the answer, then make a chant or song out of the answer and sing it to yourself in quiet moments. that is several bridges too far for me. don't get me wrong, I will make up a ritual for myself, it's not that it's too weird or woo woo or whatever. it's just, ok, first of all, what is my truth? my ONE truth? I don't even feel the need to have one truth, that seems like an oversimplification. but if I did, I would have come up with it, why do I then need to whisper it to myself? ok ok, fine, I'm whispering it to myself. now I'm waiting for an answer? I find that unlikely. there were many questions posed in this book I didn't feel like I needed or had answers to. and maybe I'm just impatient and if I did all these meditations I would ramp up my wisdom. but I don't think so. so, if by some miracle I get an answer to my truth - is my truth even something to answer? then I'm supposed to make that into a chant or song, and then I'm supposed to sing it to myself in quiet moments? maybe if all this had happened spontaneously - if I'd looked at my reflection and whispered a truth and something had come to me and it felt songish, maybe I would do all that. but as someone else's idea it just seems ridiculous, sorry.
I mean, it was useful to think about what I take pictures of and what I don't take pictures of. the shadow chapter was probably valuable to a lot of people but I'm pretty good at embracing my shadow side already, including in my photography. I take pictures of dying flowers, of dead animals, broken umbrellas. I felt like she was talking more to people who stick to more mainstream subjects and I've already explored a lot of this stuff on my own. I mean, I have a friend I bonded with when we pulled over to take pictures of a deer carcass on the side of the road where the head was intact but the spine was picked clean. I liked the book for where it gave me food for thought in areas I'm already thinking about, and the christian aspect wasn't offputting, though I don't identify as a christian, but even in a slim book, there was a lot that wasn't useful to me.