I've always enjoyed the idea of having a blog, I could never find the discipline and attention-span to start (& keep) one though.
At this point, I've come to realize that my photos will never gain the attention or respect I believe they deserve if I don't take the time to point out everything that the photos represent. I'm not sure why the upcoming generation has no more than 15 seconds to devote to a single thing, but it's certainly a shame. We're so visually stimulated throughout each day that the actual stimulating visuals seem to be taken for granted. In the past, people sought out artwork & images. No one knew what the other side of the world looked like until photography emerged.
I love taking photos. I love looking at my photos. I would love for more people to see my photos & to appreciate them as well though. I have a lot of work to do since I returning to the U.S. & hope that keeping a blog will help direct my thoughts in conjunction with the visual & audio media I collected overseas.
I may very well be a little too scatter-brained to be a blogger, but I swear I'm going to really give it a go. I don't even know that I want people to read what I have to say, but I'm pretty sure I've got to start saying it. I do have much to say, but always found a voice in photography. I've been trying to archive the precious, fleeting moments in my life since I can remember & can't begin to express how grateful I am that I have. Life is so short. Memories of the lives we lived are all that we're going to die with, not a house with 2 cars in the garage, etc. The moment I realized that everything I thought I wanted & had been working so hard for wasn't actually what I wanted was the first week of January 2016. Everything changed after that.
I'll be telling you all about it, I'm sure, over the next few blog posts. If I don't at least start from there, you miss out on so much of the miracle my life became.
If you did actually take the time to read what I had to say, then thank you.