evidence of truth

I found out a long time ago that my favorite pictures were the ones on the bottom of the pile. the ones discarded for bad focus, cropping, or awkward composure. The ones in which the developing didn't pan out for some reason or there was a finger obstructing the view. It is unfortunate for us that we can now sort through and publish only the photographs we approve of. Though it is easy now to erase, you never escape a bad photo. It is reflective of our true life. Perhaps they are the most beautiful of the bunch.