Friday, March 18, 2011
Photos are tricky.
Once again it's twenty minutes to midnight and I'm this close to failure. I was browsing through more boat photos (I took about a million of them and then never did anything with 'em) (story of my life), looking for something, anything, to share when I came across this photo of my kid sister. (Who, by the way, turned 16 and got her driver's license since last I wrote about her. Which is just plain scary.)
It speaks to me. I don't know why. It certainly isn't perfect by any means and after staring at it for what feels like forever, I can't tell if her skin looks totally red and discolored or if it's just my imagination. But, nonetheless, I love it.
Of course, then I asked my mother, "What do you think of this photo?" and she came in and looked at it and kinda shrugged like "meh" and then said, "Well, I wouldn't tag her." I rolled my eyes and told her, "I wasn't planning on putting it on Facebook." But then, a few seconds later, "Wait. Are you saying it's awful?" I asked.
She assured me that wasn't the case, but I guess that's the thing about photos. One person's "I love" is another person's "meh." (Or, even worse, another person's "don't you dare post that photo of me!") Makes me realize that I should stop caring so much and just post whatever photos I love. Regardless of what anyone else might see or think.