The willingness to accept responsibility for one’s own life AND BLOG, is the source from which self-respect springs. A quote by Joan Didion and Secondhand Surfer
To maintain a blog was advice, on how to be a professional photographer, from one of those many “how to” cyber sites. I did get some good ideas from my reading. It’s just that, I know, I am not able, to follow the advice. My lifestyle leads itself to the impossible, on one hand, and endless possibilities on the other. My life is a lazy, busy, intricate web of photography, nature, and people. Every day brings about different colors, cultures, animals and moods. The one consistent is, there is no consistence. Continue reading “Maintain a Blog”
Meet my new Gravatar. For those that don’t know, a gravatar is a graphic representation of a blog user. It’s your cyber identity. When you like or comment on a post your icon will appear. A person can hover over the image and more information (a profile), will display. My about information is once again empty. Tossed in the trash, to be replaced at a future date.
Having a new name, I wanted a fresh image to represent Fish Eye Farm. Continue reading “Creating My Gravatar”
The cyber world simulates the other.
Society demands bells and whistles, words and content followers, comments and photos.
Those in the know, tell you what is best, what has value.
I just can’t go there. Mr. Jones can have what he has, and I will keep my minimal blog at the risk of being called “low hanging fruit”.
That way, I never have far to fall.
In 2011, I published my first post. I likened it to tossing a bottle into the ocean. Where would it travel to? Who would receive my message?
My journal has no focus other than my response to life.
It keeps me afloat.
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 9,800 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
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Part of being a blogger is reading other people’s blogs. It reminds me of when I did art shows. I attended other artist‘s openings. Who would want to be an artist, that only went to their own show?
I always knew that I was an artist…..long before I knew how to draw or paint.
It’s something inherent in me.
People are provoked by art and creativity, but they also seem to shy away from it. It’s portrayed as being frivolous, yet we’re surrounded by it on every level of our lives. That’s ironic.
I am reminded of the movie Castaway.
I love to use this as an example of the importance of art in our lives. Tom Hanks, playing the part of a Fed Ex type, upper manager, is in a company plane crash and stranded on a deserted island. Up until that moment in his life, everything hinged on speed. Continue reading “Blogging as Art”
It seems I have given myself yet another job, where I work for FREE.
My unpaid jobs pay me in a way that money cannot provide.
I enjoy writing my blog. I think it’s because it is socializing. I connect with people I will never see and never know, except through their writing and their pictures.
I read other people’s blogs and yes, we are all stories. There are three that have affected me recently; The Skeptical Teenager, The Beauty Within and another one that I can’t find again. I thought for sure I liked one of her posts, but it’s not on file. She was a woman whose grammar didn’t exist. She wrote in the vernacular and her blog was the story of her life. She only had four posts and I couldn’t believe it~she had 78 followers.
Writing is powerful.
It is art.
It is informative.
It can take you apart and it can put you back together.