I haven't blogged for a while because I get the feeling no one is listening, with 3 followers for whom I am very grateful. Perhaps it's because the posts seems to show up on Facebook, so people don't follow the blog. I hope that's true and so I will continue.
My camera is broken. This too is a dilemma when it comes to blogging, which, more and more, seems to be the display of photographs...even more so than words. We have become a drive-through, drive-by, nation. We have no patience for the art of, well, anything. The art of language, painting, pottery or photography (the kind with film and black rooms, where the emergence of an image was part of the art). I am sad about it, and yet, the digital age is exciting, or is it just addicting? Does the solitude it requires make us more, or less, interconnected? Why do I feel this melancholy?