This is an imperfect picture.
It’s a photo on which I’ve spent too much time editing. It had too many colors, textures and visual distractions. It isn’t even my photo. I borrowed it from a friend but edited it so much as to make it unrecognizable from the original.
But there’s something about this picture that I like.
I like the perspective, the line and flow of the girls walking out of the woods and into the light.
I like the energy of the two in the middle, caught mid-flight and about to run.
I like the space between the them and the older girl. Her posture suggests someone older. Older but not yet old enough to not have her hair plaited into a long straight braid.
I like the partial view of the adult in front of her. She’s hidden and barely visible. She’s leading the troupe but she’s overshadowed by a girl about to become a woman.
This is a picture which is better than the details. It is best viewed small, on a glance or to the side, where the imperfections don’t matter and only an impression remains.
Collingwood, Ontario. 2019