Sometimes we get mad for nothing
when perhaps the small mistakes
have no meaning
lost mimetic perspective of great photography.
Why should we curse and damn ourselves?
Maybe only we notice them,
when others - being seduced by the appearances -
don’t even realize of them...
The errors are insignificant details,
wrong punctuation in well ranking speech,
undefined horizon of unfinished painting,
oscillating between land and sea.
And mistakes of the past
are often just like spots on that picture,
stains of dust on the lens.
We could have blown them away,
nevertheless they haven't ruined
this beautiful moment
neither what we wanted to capture.
The beauty is never perfect...
Nyteboda, Sweden, Winter 2014 [Panasonic Lumix TZ28]