On Blogging

Blogging, I suppose, is a good thing for me as it involves two of what I might call hobbies, two things I enjoy, photography and writing, as well as anything else. I had a blog, but it was simply a Word document, and being technologically challenged as we are, it decided to stop working. I had the prototype for this post's contents there, but I am unable to access it, and things are never as good when you try to figure them out again.

Some people seem to have some sort of idea that I am good at these things. "Beerbowers have read every book on the planet," they say. I only raise my eyebrows and think of that huge list of books I should read but haven't and how long it's been since I finished reading a book. The strangest people-not that they are strange, but that they say this is-will say, "You take really good pictures," and I only wonder when they have ever seen any picture I have taken.

So remember, if you read my blog, that I am not the one who ever said I was a professional photographer or writer. I simply said I enjoy them. So if I have bad pictures, mistakes in grammar or spelling, or boring posts, don't say I didn't warn you.

And the latter is likely. I am doing this blog mostly because I enjoyed doing it on our computer, and not to interest anyone else. Just to amuse me and my sisters and because I found it helpful for thinking through the pictures I took. I imagine only a few friends and family (hi, Aunt Cathy!) will read it.

And I like it that way, because I don't like reading personal things and then feeling closer to someone than you actually are.

And I realize I started the last three paragraphs with and. Rules were meant to be broken. In grammar, anyway.

Now I am going to put a picture on my profile because it annoys me when people don't have a picture of themself on their profile.