This photo reminds me of something I might have taken with one of those cheap disposable cameras I always bought on the road as a kid — or even when I was experimenting with photography in college and never got the focus quite right. If only I had kept up with those courses! (I always knew writing was more my thing.) The highest grade I ever received was for a self-portrait that was slightly out of focus, which permanently changed the way I look at blurs. I remember taking this photo here on the last night of my most recent trip to Costa Rica, my imperfect paradise. I almost deleted it right away, but then shrugged and kept it, more interested in hanging out with my friends than thinking about photos. Looking back at all of my pictures, I was surprised that this one caught my eye, but I find it quite beautiful. The year I spent living in Costa Rica was a blur of color, palm trees and easy living. I think of it often (too often?), and this photo encapsulates all of that, like a dream.
Life’s a Blur
July 20, 2012 By 11 Comments
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I'm a life-long travel junkie journalist who works hard to find adventure in everyday life after two years of travel and expat living.