“A great photograph is one that fully expresses what one feels, in the deepest sense, about what is being photographed.”
~ Ansel Adams
That’s my goal—with photography and writing. I don’t always succeed but I continue to practice.
Isn’t that one of the most wonderful things about this life—the opportunity we have to try again, keep trying, or begin anew?
The gift of grace.
This image of a spent daisy is like that. I’d love for it to be clearer around the edges; maybe if I’d used a different f-stop it would be. But I didn’t, and the fall wind caused the movement at the moment I clicked the shutter, and my bare feet were too cold on the cement to warrant staying out there any longer.
Messy. Hurried. Imperfect.
Seen through the filter of backstory and real life, I can get to a place of liking this image even more than I might if it were crisp and clear and picture perfect.
Funny that.
In Japanese, “Wabi-sabi” is the name for the beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete.
We stayed in a charming B & B in Victoria, BC where above the teapot in the kitchen was posted “A beautiful thing is never perfect,” tagged as an Egyptian proverb. Apparently, you’re right in style, Linda!
We considered the wabi-sabi concept in my photography class last year and I think that’s when I really began to see the beauty in imperfection. I don’t know about being in style, but I do think there’s a trend toward appreciating the perfectly imperfect. I like it.