Recently a photography friend of mine experienced a shock within her community. A young man who attended school with her children died under tragic circumstances. He was only 21. As part of the grieving process, she poured through her catalog of old photos and found as many of him as she could to share with his family. One thing she told with me, was that even though many of the photos weren’t technically sound having previously discounted them – she’d taken many of them before she’d jumped into photography with two feet – she was so happy to have found them, that it didn’t matter. She was relieved, that she hadn’t deleted them from her memory card, or off of her computer just because they weren’t perfect.
Perfectionism is self destructive simply because there’s no such thing as perfect. Perfection is an unattainable goal. – Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection
How many times have I discarded images because they didn’t meet “professional” standards? Time and time again, I’m afraid. I’m terribly cutthroat when it comes to culling. This is all well and good with my client work where “similars” abound, but when it comes to editing photos for personal purposes, I realize that I’d like to be gentler with my standards, go easier on myself to not shoot skillfully all of the time. After all, I’d rather have a technically flawed image of something that I love, that moves me, than no image at all. I have a feeling that you’d agree with me too.
Perfectionism is not self-improvement. Perfectionism is, at its core, about trying to earn approval and acceptance. Most perfectionists were raised being praised for achievement and performance (grades, manners, rule-following, people-pleasing, appearance, sports). Somewhere along the way, we adopt this dangerous and debilitating belief system: I am what I accomplish and how well I accomplish it. – Brené Brown
So today, I thought I’d share with you some that never even made it to the cutting room floor, but at least they also didn’t make it to the trash! Each one a cherished memory. Each one full of love.
Until next time my friends, I leave you perfectly imperfect,
Holly ~ Soupatraveler