Tuesday, September 16, 2008
It is 12 noon and I have puttered away a morning by reading blogs. One I stumbled across was of a photographer I don't even know who claims I must read to know him and hell, it is a personal diary, and beautiful photographs along the way. (his blog) My gosh, I've got to get a life. And here I am blogging about it. I am the reluctant blogger. What is it in me/us that is compelled to share our thoughts, opinions, dreams, mistakes and successes? Who really cares? Who is listening? The only reason I didn't continue reading was my day was disappearing. But he was writing about things that I needed to read; he was sharing his feelings. I had to read on. I connected; I didn't feel so alone. I guess I figured it out why I am doing this. If only for me I must speak out, I must shoot, I must share.