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I'm not in the habit of hanging blurry pictures on the wall. And yes, my vision is fine. Some of you may think I'm crazy. That's okay.
I assure you, I am.
This is the story of how a picture went from a mistake, to a piece of art (if I may use that term so boldly), hanging on my living room wall.
While taking family portraits last week, in between shots I (FINALLY!) let my kids loose, to run off some energy, so that, hopefully, they could sit still through a few more shots. I don't mind doing portraits, but, what I love are the candid shots -- the moments.
As I looked up from reviewing pictures, I saw my daughters, skipping down a winding path, among the Autumn leaves. That's a picture I live for. In my mind it was a beautiful and playful image. I lifted the camera and shot quickly. The moment was so fleeting that I was sure I had missed it. Later, while editing, I came across this shot, realized that it was blurry, and moved on.
But, for some reason, I didn't delete it right away. I kept thinking about it, and coming back to it. I began to see it in a different light. It was certainly not the picture I had intended to take, but I found that as I looked again at the image, I saw that the picture I had originally envisioned was there -- a colorful, playful shot of my beautiful girls.
When I approached it, not as a failure, but as a thing of worth, I found more than I had seen at first. When I treated it with respect, and as something of value, it became something valuable -- to me anyway. I gave it a chance to put its best foot forward (so to speak), and it showed me things I didn't know were there.
This picture is not the kind that wins awards, and it freaked the poor girl out who processed it, because she thought her machine was broken, but I found that when I treated this picture differently, others began to see it in a different light. They began to admire its good qualities, and to look, with less criticism, at its shortcomings.
There was a lesson here that, for me, went much deeper than admiring the hidden beauty of a blurry picture of my daughters.
I've taken a lot of pictures in the last couple of weeks, many of which I am actually quite pleased with.
This one is my favorite.
ps. Sorry about the sermon.