*mea culpa.

Sometimes a photo is bad, and it makes you cranky. I haven't stopped thinking about that awful picture from yesterday's post since, well ... yesterday. I'm irritated by the focus (or lack thereof), the light (or lack thereof), and the color (or lack thereof).

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.