So much in (at least my) life is the result of happy (or not so happy) accidents. So let’s focus on the happy ones.
I don’t know if the picture above speaks to anyone but me. It’s not supposed to, because it’s just an accidental out-of-focus shot that went off before I’d arranged the picture I meant to take. But the result is kind of… beautiful. The blurriness actually manages to convey the early evening calm of the forest. Also, it diminishes the impact of what looks very much like (and is!) a random arm movement. Instead of an actual scene where something happens, the viewer is left with a vague feeling.
At least, I am.
And so many positive things in my life are like that. Not the big things, necessarily, but the small details that make every day easier – like the perfect place to hang your keys, or the accidental discovery of an unorthodox but tasty spice in a dish that has fallen into dull routine.
I like it. I like learning by making mistakes, by trial and error, by taking a metaphorical handful of gravel and tossing it at a target, hoping for the best. Most of the time, it’s a bust, but when one stone hits the bull’s eye, it’s magical, and there’s no guarantee that careful planning would have resulted in the same haphazard perfection.
Sure, I can consult an instruction booklet, but only until I get bored (usually after a couple of minutes). After that, I want to go out there and test it out – whether it be my new camera, discourse analysis, a creative way of hanging drapes, or a dramatic scene in a book.
And while the result may not always appeal to anyone – what’s the point of an out of focus photograph, some will ask themselves – it makes me happy. As happy as the magical glow of twilight.