I am looking at some photos that I have long marked to be uploaded onto my two other humble abodes in cyberspace.
If I do not do this by this weekend, I will never get around to doing it, despite the timely reminders and threats and that I heap upon myself. I attribute this mostly to procrastination (of a kind), and also because everyone can do a simple point-and-shoot these days.
So easy, is it not? Everyone has a camera these days. Everyone can take photos. Everyone can upload pictures for all to see.
That is because the ‘delete’ button on the camera is always an easy way out.
I have cameras, but – either my photography studies has dulled my perspectives, or made me more meticulous than ever – I find that I cannot just do a point-and-shoot anymore.
I pick up the camera, but I cannot find anything worthwhile as a subject matter. I need something that is worth preserving. Something that occurs just once and unexpectedly. Something that you snap at that particular moment, to be forever frozen in time on a 4R. And this is particularly difficult when one is hardly a traveller at heart.
Even the skies now are laughing at me.
Quite simply: I need to get out more; to be rejuvenated; to feel more of life!
Bold demands, but…
If I sound bitter, that is because I am. Tomorrow is a Monday, after all.