never forgotten

It was a gorgeous spring day—
a perfect spring day.
Cool, but sunny.
Cloudless blue sky.
And yet …
a terrible day for taking pictures.

A photographer friend of mine
once told me
a perfect day is absolutely uninteresting.
You need clouds to go with light—
off which the light can reflect
through which the light can refract.

So that which is most beautiful and interesting
relies on imperfection.

I forget that when it comes to me.
I forget that when it comes to others.

But God never does.

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