Here is my Sunday thought.
This is a vase of flowers on the table in my living room.
Nothing special. And the photograph is blurred.
Years ago, I probably would have dismissed it immediately: out of focus, too grainy, not precise enough.
But I like it.
More and more, I find myself less interested in photographs that explain everything perfectly. Sharpness can describe beautifully, but it can also close an image down too quickly.
Blur does something else. It removes information. The flowers become less about flowers and more about shape, tone, memory, suggestion.
Of course, blur alone doesn’t make a photograph interesting. But sometimes imperfection creates space — for imagination, for uncertainty, for the viewer to bring something of their own.
These days I ask myself less often whether a photograph is technically good.
I ask something simpler:
Does it make me stop?
Does it transform something familiar?
Does it leave something unresolved?
If it does, that may be enough.
Until next time,
Tomasz
Love it. Great post. Wabi-sabi is my favorite photography tribe. It's an awesome way to literally revisit and reimagine thousands of files.