The morning light shining through the shutters onto the mums setting on my granite countertop was gorgeous. But, by the time I found some black poster board to use to block the cupboards in the background for the shot, the light had changed. It’s still pretty but not as gorgeous as it had been. Then I realized that the pot the flowers are in, one that was my mother’s and is probably more than 60 years old, has a slight list to one side. It was hand made and apparently, before the clay pot made it to the kiln, it slumped slightly to one side. Once fired, the list became permanent. I first thought I had held the camera off kilter but no, it’s the pot. That’s a horizon that can’t be fixed in Photoshop.