The little camera I use for work focuses itself. Actually my big posh camera does as well but at least I have the option to switch to manual. Sometimes self focusing is good, sometimes not. On reflection often it is not, occasionally it is good. This photo, taken at The Farm on Thursday, got me thinking. I know, dangerous territory, it happens from time to time. Although not text book photography, I like the fact that the centre is blurred and the sides sharper. Instead of concentrating on the centre of the picture your gaze is drawn around the whole shot, taking in all the colours, forms, light and dark. A fluke, but one I am happy about.
Yesterday was my birthday. I love birthdays, not just mine, others’ also. People who say “Oh, I don’t bother now” or “what is the point at my age?” I say boo sucks to. For the fortunate, including myself, it is a day to be treated and remembered and when love is explicit . It is hardly indulgent, to be a little bit special on one day out of 365. Embrace it, I say. And return the favour. We all deserve to be the centre of attention one day a year. To be just a little bit more in focus.