The perfect imperfect moment

If you give me a flower there’s a good chance I might glance at it while I’m in the middle of cooking dinner and decide that I have to stop and take a picture of it, right that very moment. And then look at the picture later and see that something is not quite right, and wish I could take it over again. But the flower and the greens will never be as fresh, and the last sunlight of the day won’t fall on it again in quite the same way. Sometimes you just have to tell yourself that this was the best you could do in the moment that was, appreciate it for what it is, and let it go.