This year we decided to go and cut down a fresh tree as opposed to going to a lot to buy one. Save money and have us a grand family adventure. And secretly in the back of my mind I was thinking wow this is going to be great shooting, I am going to bring a lens I never use so I can play with it, and I can probably do a nice photo essay for my blog.
Well not so much.
I typed out the whole adventure, and lets just say that I am not a gifted written storyteller. While the story itself is somewhat amusing to me, it is probably not so much for anyone else. So I spare you all the gory details, but the gist of the story is that I had this romanticized notion of what cutting down the family Christmas tree would be like. And instead it was like a bad Three Stooges version, only not funny. Selecting a tree was way more painful than it should have been. The tree we cut down is a scraggly misshapen thing with a few big gaps and we later discovered that it gives Cal, Matt, and I a weird rash if we handle too long. And I did not get the wonderful rich photo essay I had hoped for.
However, I am trying to embrace the concept, put forth by fellow photographer Matthew Lyon’s in his recent blog post, don’t let perfect be the enemy of the good enough.
Looking back on yesterday, it was still fun and still an adventure, and precious time together as a family. Plus I got to shoot a goat and a pig and a chicken.
Enough said
This post was also is inspired by my good friend, Divine Miss K and her misadventures with Santa.
by Emily
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