Wholly Holy Holey

Do you ever feel you can't quite capture the whole picture? Like you're so very thankful you made the extra effort to grab a picture of all that you could, but still you are left with holes? Unfillable holes. I attempt to fill the holes with pegs of fond memories. I try to imagine the absent with the dearly loved and smiling faces. I move them around and change their pose. I think about the chaos and sounds heard while setting up the shot. And then I end up with bright thoughts of Holy smoke! This is awesome!