This is another exercise in practice for me. I don't blog because I'd rather look at and/or read other blogs. Then I get re-inspired when I find new to me blogs that are a welcome change from the mainstream bloggers I get disillusioned with. By mainstream I mean the blogs of folks promoting the blogs of the bloggers that echo their "schtick." I get lost because I wonder where I would fit in if I blogged. And as I type this I think why do I have to fit in anywhere? I mean, if the intention of this blog is for my own self truly -- to land my thoughts and ramblings, to-do's and not-to-do's , then I don't have to fit in anywhere. But, then again, like most female humans, I am a pack animal and I want to hang somewhere. I don't always want to be that lone wolf on the periphery. So, every once in a while, I pop back in to this here space to sort it out. Sort of.
I've explored posts with no photos (because I don't feel like buying the cable enabling me to download from my SLR to the iPad -- there's only so much I want to feed that machine called Apple, and this here is it). About an iPhone -- I'd love an outdated one solely if I could use it as a camera (keeping my fingers crossed that if someone I know upgrades, they'll send their old one my way for some of the best granola they'll ever have -- mine! And that I can actually use the device as a camera without having to get a big plan of some kind), thereby not needing a special cable to sync it with this.
But, in the meantime, I thought, why not use my iPad camera? I've already admitted that I'm no photographer, but sometimes a visual is just a lovely prop for the words (in case no one reads them).
So here I go, my pal Bob hanging out with me, cuz we hang with the same pack. Together like, here, at the Dry Swamp Academy.