i took a lot of photos two days ago. the light on the lake was perfect. i was awake early. it was a white overcast sky. my son was fishing and there was fog on the lake. i probably took 15 photos worthy of STILL blog. but i showed them all to my family, scrolling forward and backward, and everyone picked this one as their favorite. why? i don’t know. it’s not pretty. it’s not complex. it doesn’t invite reflection. it isn’t engaged in a dialogue with the history of western art. it just . . . works? i don’t know. i think i agree with my family, but i don’t know why. i think the reason is . . . because.
white oak branch with leaf