The Power of Cropping

Just a quicky today.

I’ve heard people say that we see what we want to see. I agree with this phrase because. It’s a really wonderful thing that our brain can do to selectively chose things to see and thus remember. By way of proving this I bring you the following images. Don’t scroll down yet.

Last weekend we spent Black Friday doing holiday related things. My husband, stayed up and hit the stores at midnight arriving home around 2:30 a.m. with bags and bags full of goodies. He was so excited about his finds that when I slit one eyelid open as I watched him climb into bed I saw a grin from ear to ear. It’s no wonder Santa has never retired, the joy that comes with finding things that children will love certainly fills you with joy. It was that holiday spirit which woke us up and I swear I could smell peppermint and cinnamon in the air. At the end of the day we wound up at the Springfield Museums for the Holiday Hullabaloo (it was fantastic and I highly recommend this for next year). Santa was there and surprisingly there was no line of children waiting to see him. So we walked up and sat down next to him. Here is the image I remember seeing when my husband showed me the camera once we’d finished telling Santa how good we’d been this year, and what we wanted for Christmas (canon 50 mm 1.2 please!).


Aaannnd… Imagine my surprise when I uploaded the images and found that this was uncropped photo.

Guess my son wasn’t excited about Santa and really wanted to get out of there. For the record. The top image is the one I am keeping. There’s a reason my brain wanted to remember the nicer photo and I don’t need to override that fantastic instinct. Okay, I lied. I’m going to keep both versions. One for the mommy in me who has that internal vision of the perfect moment with my children, and another for the mommy in me who knows that our version of the perfect moment isn’t always the right perfect moment. And so I can show my son, once he’s an adult, what a sourpuss he could be.

Santa 2

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