On Christmas Eve, my family and I went for a 1.5-mile hike in the Boyce Thompson Arboretum, a 392-acre botanical garden in Superior, Arizona.
There weren’t many people on the trail, so most of the time it felt like we had the place to ourselves – a peaceful trek through some of the most beautiful scenery you’ll find in the Southwest.
I took over a hundred pictures, most of them good, but none of which do this magical place justice. As a result, I’ve since discovered that I’m as conflicted about prettying-up my pictures as I am myself.
As much as I love the watercolor app effect, I hate to imply the real thing isn’t good enough as is.
But it’s not the real thing, is it? They’re just photographs. The beauty I witnessed in person at the arboretum still exists and it’s the watercolor versions that capture the essence of the beauty I saw that day.
I like to think that’s what I’m trying to capture with makeup, hair, and clothes – the essence I see in myself. There’s nothing wrong with the original, and there’s nothing wrong with dressing it up.