Pocket pic

My dad sent me a text of a pocket picture today. You know when you accidentally put your phone into your pocket with the camera open and snap a pic? Yeah. He sent me one. On purpose.

“Check out this photo I took by mistake. It’s wild when I look at it closely!”

I’ll be honest, my immediate reaction was not ‘yeah, dad, you really captured something wild here’. It was more along the lines of ‘wow, I would have deleted that thing so fast’. My slightly less immediate reaction still wasn’t ‘wild’.

It was instead to respond to him, “Lol, what is it, your thumb??”.

But my even slightly less immediate reaction was to open the photo. And to look at it the way I could imagine my dad looking at it. What was he seeing besides an accidental pocket pic? And I’ll be honest, the colors are interesting. All different shades of orange-pinky-red. It’s almost exactly symmetrical with a perfect circular gradient fading from the brightest orange in the center to an almost black along the edges. How did the camera capture this?

“I think it is. Crazy! Reminds me of pieces in abstract expressionism,” he responds, probably not even picking up on my sarcastic ‘Lol’.

Thanks, dad, for reminding me today to appreciate something as mundane as a pocket pic. The world is what you make of it, I suppose.