The lighting is all wrong. Faces are in shadow. It’s overexposed.
Someone is talking instead of smiling. The baby is crying. Grandma isn’t looking.
There is a pile of washing in the background. Dad’s t-shirt clashes with the wallpaper. You can see Uncle in the background having a smoke.
They need a retouch, these pictures. They should have been taken on a better camera in better light with better timing.
Don’t get them printed. It’s a waste of money. Don’t back them up. It doesn’t matter if we lose a few.
But it does. It does.
Hastily taken snaps on borrowed time, they catch a moment. Perhaps the moment. When Grandad cracked a rare smile. When baby opened his eyes. When sisters shared a knowing glance.
Sure they could be more professional, filtered, and edited. Sure, we could have set them up better and cut out the red eye. Yes we could have taken more time and got the perfect shot. But we were too busy living and enjoying the moment. Too busy playing to set up the filter. We took okay photos, even bad photos, of wondrous times.
The bad hair, the funny expressions, and the shadow cast by the burning sun will not be blemishes to commiserate over. They will be talking points to memories when the albums are dusted off sometime down the line.