Focus, Shmocus.

Today was a day where every picture I took seemed to be focused on exactly the wrong thing. I’d take a picture of a bird and get the trees 50 feet behind it. I’d take a picture of my wife and get the grass across the street.

For instance, this is supposed to be a picture of my son playing behind a tree. Instead, it’s a shot of some sort of holly.

Some days, it’s best to just take what you’re given and go with it.