For a guy who hates repetition, I seem to have this odd habit of endlessly learning the same lessons. Is it possible to have important information locked in neurons that never land anywhere in my brain?
I considered a cash reward for readers …
I take photos of beautiful things. Well actually, I take photos of a lot of things but it usually starts with something interesting, predatory or I’m in a good mood and happen to have a camera in hand.
When I finish making my photos, I decide if they are beautiful … or not. I know these things because … well I just do. It’s a gift. One that everyone has … or not … or they don’t care.
I share some photos because it seems a bit silly to go through all this work and then just smile at my computer. And it feels right to share. And it gives me a chance to write something interesting, funny or maybe even beautiful.
Of course we are all wired differently so beauty, humour and taste are hopelessly subjective. There is no accounting for preference, acquired sense or which photos get popular on social media. I know this from hard experience.
And yet I don’t. Every few months or so, I find myself muttering about some photo with popularity well beyond its obvious lack of redeeming qualities or a beautiful photo sitting lonely and forlorn on the web. Sometimes the photos are mine. Inevitably I also get a virtual smack to the side of the head by some photographer saying that the number of likes has absolutely nothing to do with a good photo. And I knew that. I really did.
I am convinced my passion for beautiful photos, and whatever you want to call my writing, would wither on the vine if I tailored it for a phantom audience of millions. As selfish as it sounds, this is all about me smiling at the computer after trying my hardest – then pressing publish. In case there was any doubt, this audience of one is highly critical and even fickle on a good day.
And yet, I need a little more audience for this blog to stay alive on the proverbial vine. In a 140-character world, a writer still needs to attract a few people who read and in an age of phone pics, a photographer still needs a few beauty seekers to occasionally take a second glance. I try to increase my odds by providing opportunities for both. I’m guessing that might be too clever by half.
Surprisingly, every blog I post (and remember they are for me) still gets views, likes and comments from kindred spirits who kindly share their time. It keeps me going. A thank you seems inadequate for faithful and occasional visitors who tread my quirky part of the Internet. I want you to know I briefly considered a cash reward … until sanity prevailed.
By any measure, I don’t have the most popular blog. I have something better. I have an opportunity to share my unfiltered, creative yearnings with real people who I have come to value.
There now. I should be good for another 10,000 miles until the same lesson surprises me.