More and more I’m embracing the blur. Not just in photography, but in all aspects of life. This isn’t to say that I enjoy a lack of distinction, but rather that I’ve been reminded in a big way that seeking definite clarity is a fool’s errand … that perfect vision often only happens at the periphery and only for a moment. I’m not a very bright guy about many things, but deep down, there’s a pretty sharp (now piercing) voice that has been screaming to me “you need to A) slow down and B) remember that perfect is too often the enemy of good”.
Blur. It’s not just a BritPop band. It’s a way of life.