Monday, August 14, 2006
Over the line
730 km of seemingly endless white lines between home and our destination. Hundreds more kilometers of the same scene on the way home before we arrived safely back in our driveway last night.
I took this out the passenger-side window somewhere near Kingston, Ontario last week. We were en route to Montreal for a bit of a summer vacation with family and friends. I was idly shooting out the window, thinking that I didn't have a shutter speed fast enough to capture the scene without a tremendous amount of blur.
Then it dawned on me that the blur was the whole point. That a tack sharp image wouldn't tell the story of movement as well as one taken with a woefully inadequate shutter speed. That even if I had a camera that could manage such a fast shot, the result would be just as static as an image of the gutter in front of our house.
In the end, imperfection made a blurry image worth remembering. I'll have to keep that in mind as I twirl dials and adjust settings to capture the world around me. Sometimes, the image as it appeared isn't the story that needs to be told.
Your turn: Do you keep so-called failed photos? Why?