I’m still not really sure what makes a photograph good. Is it okay that the sky is blown out to white? What depth of field will best convey the serenity of this pond near the cemetery? Is there a better point of view?
But that won’t stop me. I’m crazy about the parade of cattails along the pond’s edge and the soft color palette of winter-turning-spring. I take pictures for one simple reason: love.
I keep trying to catch up to the picture just ahead of me in my mind . . . and before me along the pond.