I enjoy taking photos and love it when I get to take good ones and sometimes even near perfect ones.
But sometimes perfect – even almost perfect doesn’t happen.
When I get ready to go outside, the last thing I do is hang my camera around my neck. That action sets my goal: get great pictures. I feel the determination settle over me internally as real as the strap on my neck.
To accomplish this, I must stand or sit very still. I tend to fidget, so this is not easy, but I want these pictures very much I’m willing to be uncomfortable and to fight my inner restlessness certain it will be worth it all the while I know that perfect photos might not be the result.
Many times, when the moment comes I press the button only to see that in the half a second before the click, I missed it. Because birds flitter, flutter and move a lot.
Their goals and mine are not the same.
Often, they need to clean their tiny beaks on a branch.
Sometimes I sneeze or sigh (I’m fidgety and dramatic) and they hide.
Other times perfect doesn’t happen. Not even close, but the moment is incredibly delightful, and I laugh out loud.
And most of the time imperfection is its own kind of perfection.
Until Next Time,
P. S. And sometimes almost perfection happens.
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