I have this day been told by someone with a more expensive camera than mine (and a very loud voice) that bokeh is not the point of any image.

Hmmm.

I will have a glass of fine imported NZ wine and await your elucidation.

Is it possible that the whatever thingy one focuses one's camera on at a given moment is more important than what slips into the frame from beyond one's ken to dazzle, bedazzle, and frazzle alleged photographers in the wee hours and even at straight up noon? I doubt it, but perhaps you can convince me.

How much of art is what we don't do ourselves when our brains think they're in charge?

Tell me.

And tip your glass over here where I can fill it, my friend...