When I regularly made photography, a long time ago, I came to accept that there were certain things that our eyes could see, and our senses could be lit up by, that simply couldn't be meaningfully recorded on film.
Yes, it was film, but the same holds for megapixels on my spacephone.
The sun is dancing in a bright glare over the harbor, the wind pushing the water along in a billion tiny diamonds.
I can't be the only person in downtown Portland who has been delighted by this this morning. But it wouldn't surprise me if in the only one who has now spent ten minutes looking at it and appreciating it.
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