Honestly, these are some of my favourite portraits of Jess I took while I was in England, but I've never shared them because I thought they weren't good enough artistically. It was nearly dark when we roamed this field, resulting in these spontaneous photos being underexposed and grainy. From a photographer's view, all I could see was artistic flaws. But from a personal perspective, I remember how earlier that day Jess and I danced in the park, explored tiny bookstores with rickety wooden staircases, had a creative brainstorm while sipping our perfect coffee in The Little Red Roaster, dodged pesky pigeons who wanted our pastries, and roamed street markets in the vibrant, colorful city of Norwich. By the time of these pictures, we had tired eyes and aching feet, but we were oh so happy. It was a good day. (And it makes me laugh to remember how obsessed Jess was with my hoodie, which she veritably confiscated and basically would never let me wear and is modeling in the pictures below.)
As creatives, I think we often get swept up in perfection, assuming anything that isn't "perfect" isn't worth sharing. But sometimes, it's not about having expert exposure or ideal focus. Beautiful art is often created in the spontaneity, the messy, the wild bursts of happy, when we're too busy capturing a memory to be bothered about silly things like perfection.