I recently read a lovely article titled “In Defense of Posting Pretty Pictures”. The author was tired of the judgmental response to the photos that she chooses to share on social media – she sometimes feels “on trial” for only posting photos that paint a rosy picture of her life.
I know how she feels – I have received comments from friends saying how perfect my life sometimes looks because of what I choose to share on Facebook or Instagram. The people that know me KNOW my life is hardly perfect and that I post the good stuff, mostly. At least where it concerns my family and most particularly my daughter. But I’m just as likely to share a towering pile of laundry dumped by my washing machine or other images that show the nitty-gritty crumbs-and-all side of life. Especially if the light is hitting it just the right way.
That’s my right. That’s her right, too. It really is nobody’s business what we choose to share with the wider world. Share nothing, share pretty pictures of roses or your children being adorable, share photos of the garbage in the street, just do your thing. As the author says in her article, “Let us not then fault those who choose to display the finest moments.” Sometimes we need to focus on the pretty and the magic at the end of the day. But if you also want to show me how tired and miserable the end of the day can be, with crying children or messes on the table or the homeless woman who sleeps in the bus shelter, I want to see those stories too.
Today I choose to share a few moments caught in the school garden where I happened to catch my daughter’s class painting watercolors. It was pretty, and if you can’t see the screaming kids on the playground just outside of frame, you’re none the wiser.
I love a good story. Tell YOUR story, the highs and the lows, the good and the bad, and thumb your nose at those who are judge-y.
(images taken with the Canon 5D Mark II and a 50 mm lens)