I’ve laid some pretty big photographic eggs in the past year and this photo is one of the biggest (we’re talking ostrich sized here, folks!) I should have used a faster shutter speed, and I wasn’t using my monopod because this was a game at Gillette Stadium (I know better than to try that!), so I’m sure camera shake made it even worse. But you know what? As bad as this photograph is, there’s something almost….artistic about it that I really like. Even though I wasn’t trying to make a statement about the fleeting moments that make up a game, that’s what it makes me think of, and the player in the background has an ethereal quality to him that makes the image seem otherworldly. Although I hope to improve my skills over time so that I don’t take quite as bad a photograph as this one again, I’m trying to embrace my inner Bob Ross – he used to say that there’s no such things as mistakes, only happy accidents. I’m sure if I spent a lot of time studying Photoshop or Lightroom I could figure out how to fix it, but I don’t like to heavily edit my photos. It seems more authentic to me not to do too much “post production” as it were. The most I ever do in Photoshop is crop, resize and occasionally smart fix my images. I’d rather use my (somewhat limited) knowledge to capture the moment and if it means owning my mistakes and seeing them as art in their own right, then I’m perfectly fine with that.