I’m in the middle of editing a portrait session from this past Friday. I have some well-exposed, sharply focused photos, and yet this is my favorite from the entire shoot:
It’s completely out-of-focus. You can barely see the subject. It’s not one grandma will probably order. But I love it. I want a canvas wrap of it.
While viewing it on my monitor, I tried to psychoanalyze myself. I wondered if it reflects my self-diagnosed ADD, my own lack of focus. Or maybe the blur symbolizes the faster-than-usual pace of my life, lately. But my husband, not one to sugarcoat things, just might have it right. “You like it because you’re weird, honey,” he said. It’s a good thing he loves weird. 
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