DAY TWENTY EIGHT

A very brief post today as I really don't have much time to spare.
 
There's no accounting for taste. This is a sentence often used to dismiss something one disagrees with, especially someone else's choices. It's come to mind because I've been getting some traction on line with my photography lately, but am constantly suprised by the work that gets picked up and that which doesn't. 
 
On at least three occasions I've posted a picture with a sigh of satisfaction, thinking 'that's a good one'. (More accurately I typically post them with a sense of 'how come I didn't like this picture at the time, now it seems like a good 'un). 

Other times I'll post something which I think of as filler but which in some way fits the topic of the day. These may or may not be what I think of as good pictures, and some of them are downright iffy from a technical perspective. 
 
And you've guessed it, the dodgier ones seem to get more approval than the ones I personally prefer.
 
Never mind, a win's a win, and perhaps there is something for me to learn from the collective preference. This picture of a small boat harbour on the Indian Ocean...I'll leave you to wonder whether it got the thumbs up or not.
 
Onwards...gratefully.



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