The Domesticity

A few days ago David posted this. Looking through my folder of images to post here, I rediscovered this.
Not as crafted or as lovely as David's, it has to be said. The window is from my old bedroom in Lower Hutt, in the house Mum and Dad owned for a few years, and which book-ended my world travels.

Crappy as the photo is, it brings back good memories. And really isn't that what a good photo should do? Evoke and emotional response in the viewer.

So does that now mean that this crappy photo really is a good photo?