08/06/2026
I hate the phrase “picture perfect.”
It’s not the sort of thing you’d expect from a photographer, I’m sure, but these two words have wormed their way into my brain over the years and settled in like a pebble in your shoe, slowly but surely irritating the surface.
For most people, picture perfect calls to mind a specific, glossy look that’s been carefully crafted. Think “red carpet” or “magazine cover.” To be picture perfect, we’ve all accepted, means you have a lot of work to do before the picture’s ever taken.
A few weeks ago, I captured hundreds of photos of people who’d put in a lot of work before arriving in front of my camera. Most had run or walked 3.1 miles, some had run double that.
As I’ve worked my way through a file of hundreds of photos, deleting dozens of photos ruined by people walking in front of me and my own “oops, that was out of focus” shots, I’ve found myself smiling at each of these people, these beings on my computer screen.
As they crossed the finish line of the Delaware Youth Center's River Race, most were exhausted, their energy stores depleted, their cells gasping for water and air.
My camera captured that exhaustion, it’s true.
But it also captured muscles rippling beneath the skin, powering runners to the very end. It captured arms swinging mid-air, elbows pinned back to provide balance and chests rising as they filled with another deep breath.
It captured smiles, some small and some giant, at the exact moment it dawned on these runners that they had done it. They had set out to test themselves, and they had passed that test.
They had accomplished this feat.
There was no red carpet, but there was a body that had spent everything it had, caught in the half-second it understood what it had done.
Picture perfect.
(Head over to the gallery to see them all in all their perfection! https://jeannesagerphotography.pic-time.com/-dycriverrun2)