It didn't capture anything I wanted to capture, or communicate what I wanted to communicate, and so it is a photo PHAIL.
But then sometimes a photo is bad, and you love it.
It's blurry and dark and gray, and it took this moment—when that mom rolled her love for that baby into a big bundle of giddily giggling fun—and snagged it right out of the sky. I could look at it all day.
Oh, and this one, too.
For similar reasons.