Before it even got hung in the show.
You know when you stand there in the cold at the beginning of November and the sun is nearly completely gone, that the tripod should have been brought along for the walk, but that there is magic going on over there in a hole in the marsh.
And so nothing is sharp, nothing whatsoever, because the human body simply can't do that when the ISO can't be jacked up because there will be too much noise.
But the magic compels you to tap the shutter release if for no other reason than to memorialize the moment.
And you know when you get home to the other magic of Photoshop, that there's nothing it can do for you. But still you process the image and put it away because there was magic in the moment.
And one day you realize it might look good on canvas, might cover up the technical weakness, so you send it out and it still looks magical when it comes back.
And one day someone comes along who gets it, gets the magic, feels that link to the place, the scramble for the last meal, the waning of the autumn's memories, the advent of winter.