One Saturday

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began

~ Mary Oliver

I took a picture one Saturday. It's a bad picture if you look at it. Even the one a post below is such a blur! Doesn't matter, I like it anyway. I love how shadowy and grainy it all looks. The total lack of exposure, how out of contrast and how mercilessly out of focus the frame appears sits well with me. I'm  unforgivingly kind, this is my creation afterall!

What gives this photo(s) a sense of value is the fact that I know exactly where this shot was taken. I know when and who I was with. That's all that matters. No commercial value, not worth a second glance if you may, but I guess that's my point.

We glance at each other and what initially appears is a hazy hue, a blurred concept, a grainy view of  another human being's way of life. Imperfect perceptions based on unfocused contrasts and unsaturated colors.

I must admit, in today's tech based life, how easy it is to look in haste and distaste. How easy it is to discard and dissmiss when  something appears beneath our taste and not our style. The circumstances and plight of another belittled or deleted in apathy or harsh judgement based on the click of a glance. How sad! How sad when all that is needed is a second look, a touch of understanding and a brush of kindness to brighten one's view and uncover value in toto.

Today, as I heighten colors of pixels gone blur, as I add a bit of brightness and  adjust contrast to prints almost trashed, I think of my days and the people that fill them. I think of those in my peripheral view as well. Do I really see them? Do I really see the whole picture? The entire portrait of their existence?

Or in my haste to tag along with the streaming minutes and hours,  has my view become dulled to the value of their precious beauty? 

Of this I think.
Of this I ponder.
Of this I look into deeply, with an  inner eye, in focus.