Before there was Red, there was Fat Boy
I miss feeding squirrels and birds, but they would not tolerate my little dog, even if he would them. So I’m glad for the easy photo process of cel phones and the pics I took of the entertaining critters. I learnt and even taught kids in my public school art classes how to use an SLR camera, develop and print B&W film, and “read” photographic compositions. But nobody does that these days, to my knowledge. My college boy, I, has taken at least two photography classes, I think all digital, and sans sharing his images with grandma, to my dismay. He may be using his photographic work as covers on his music vlog. Looks like it, but he never explains his work, at least to me or on his posts.
Check him out, though. His songs and pictures get better and better. He’s been posting since he was a youngster: CursedSk1y on YouTube. Private, introverted as he is by his own admission, this work demonstrates the value of having a medium for self expression. Blogs and video blogs, for example, allow you to “sing your own song,” to discover your own thoughts even with few or no listeners, like me. Then of course we’ve all heard of the “jackpot” bloggers, building their material worlds off such electromagnetic productions. What a world! Squirrely?
Regarding my own electronic journals, they are so much cleaner and personal and pretty than social media, also a form of self expression, journaling, if you will. But I abhor and avoid those forms. Troubles, quarrels, advertising…just the beginning of their flaws.
So start a journal. Blogs are practical, so easy to write and save, so satisfying to illustrate. Only be careful to watch for scammers; don’t toss out your personal data. After all, someone may be reading yours, if not mine.
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