Shame about the drain brush, but there was nothing you could do about that.
You know, just a couple of years ago I wouldn't have even taken that pic.
Something happened in my own photographer journey that really hit me. It was actually my daughters leaving presentation at primary school - the school asked for 10 pics of her growing up. I sent in my 10 favourite pics. They were all ones that I was proud of - exactly what I intended to create at the time I took them - you could describe them as '"perfect" within my own framework of evaluation - and technically - they were better than every other photo in the presentation sent in by the other parents (which were all mobile phone pics, blurry, wonky, smudges on the lens, background full dirty washing etc) - but none of mine got a single ooo, ahh or laugh. Their photos, captured real moments in time, with all their imperfections. And it made think - why am I doing this? Am I trying to create a million images that are perfect within some measurement? and if so, why?
There is a place for both of these streams, of course - real moments, flawed, and those manufactured with a kind of intent to create perfection.
I looked a photographs by Martin Parr and also other street photographers photographing messy scenes near bins and I just didn't get it.
And then, I did.
I am at peace with imperfection, I seek it out. I hope that one day I can master the craft of capturing imperfection, perfectly. I'm really looking forward to getting out of my comfort zone with this challenge - and gaining inspiration from all the other contributions.