I saw a Christmas card the other day that really put me in a funk. The picture on the card was so photographically perfect. Sharp, good tones, nice pose, cute kid. After going cross eyed editting the last two weeks of snapshots, I revived the funkiness. None of my pictures are sharp. The tones suck as they're mostly indoor pictures, late in the day. I was really beating myself up and then two things happened.
Okay, three, if you count the excuse I used of not having the exact lens I want.
A friend of mine sent me a text as I was going through my crap pictures. It was a picture of her pictures hanging on her walls. Pictures I took. She said some very flattering things that totally lifted my spirits at just the right moment.
Right after that, I got to these three pictures.
In the first one, Grandpa told me I could take "one pitcha" before he started charging me. I took that to mean he wasn't thrilled to have my speedlite flashing in his face.
It was this one that got my attention. The interaction between these two men in my life. Sean was showing his Grandpa his flight suit. When I see this picture, I don't see the crappy lighting, the unsharp, blurry edges. My eyes don't notice the wall paper or the noise.
I see a man that is so incredibly lucky to have his 90 year old Grandpa still by his side. I see a man that is so full of love for his grandson. I see pride. I see a relationship that exists outside of me, outside of the history I have with Grandpa. I see the inside jokes that I laugh along with but don't really get. I see the kid Sean was and the younger version of Grandpa that I never knew. Love documented.
I'll take it. I'd rather have one true to life picture that shows love than a thousand perfect portraits that don't tell me a story.
*Note to husband who may possibly still have a Christmas present to buy: This does not mean I don't need that lens. I would like to combine both beautiful portraits and love/stories.