Selecting which of my photos to share with others requires artful choices. Sometimes I am forced to choose between two pictures that are almost identical. One of them might be more "perfect" - that is, it better fits my romantic stereotype of the way nature "should" be. Its pattern might be more regular, so that as the eye enters it and follows its natural flow, there are no hindrances or detours. Yet I am learning also to choose images that are less than "perfect," ones that have some small anomaly or imperfection. They give the eye something to dwell on and ponder: "why is that there?" or "where is the balance in that?" Now I think of such distractions as surprises - mysteries to be witnessed, never fully understood. And I embrace them as keys to acceptance, portals to seeing true harmony in nature.