Why is it that I will look at a group of photos I have taken and reject many of them only to look another day, see one and wonder why it escaped my attention the first time? These are some of the flowers in one of my wife's hanging baskets that form these neat small wreaths.
I think sometimes we look through them with a kind of preset idea of what type of thing we are looking for and so miss some nice ones that don’t quite fit the characteristics we have in mind. Another time, without that same set of wants in mind, we are free to find beauty in some of those other ones.
I do exactly the same thing. I now pick out the shots I like at first look and go back for a second look a day or so later, and (yes) wonder why I kicked them on the first look. Love the softness of this shot.
