I'm not into that approach to photography where everything has to be perfect; where every landscape has to be unspoiled; every flower has to be a perfect specimen, a drop of dew on each petal; every portrait showing the person at their best. I'm moved by the mess of life, the way we, and the world around us, falls short of our dreams and our ideals: but we still try to make something beautiful out of it anyway; and that beauty is more moving because it acknowledges our fallen state.