Most times I look for a post-appropriate photo. Like if I mention some place and I happen to have a photo of that some place, well then, it only makes sense to complement the post with the same some-place photo.Right?
Sometimes I don't have a wholly appropriate photo. Sometimes there is only a vague correlation between my snapshot and my writing, oft-times a correlation that probably only I get. Sometimes I have nothing, and I just throw up a photo that seems similar in mood or tone or one that just happens to catch my fancy.
Here's the truth behind it all: my selection of a photo is down to the dumb luck that dictates what I'll be writing about on any given day. I have some photos that have been saved for ages as drafts in Blogger just waiting for the day when I will be inspired to write something with which they might jibe. Months pass; seasons change; and still I haven't written a post that's suitable for the shot of spring flowers in the formal garden section in the south east corner of Hyde Park. Or the metropolitan water trough. Or the coffee roaster in Harrods. Or the wholly inappropriate advertisement in the window of my local dry cleaners. All these photos have been waiting for their day in the sun.
I decide I will try to leave less to chance. My blogging has been all whim. I resolve to instill some discipline. Rather than writing about the first thing that pops to mind (usually something current and fresh in my mind rather than those isolated past moments in time I have identified as candidates for future posts -- moments I think should inspire, but have yet failed to), I determine to determine my writing. I will, at least as a temporary experiment, write to a photo.
You've failed miserably here.*
* This post should have been about the unexpected sighting of a hot air balloon over Mayfair.
10 comments:
Think you missed a label - "Abstract"...
>;o)
Shit, this post takes me back. Mrs. Wife's father was an ex-pat executive living in London. Their company housing was a spectacular flat in Mayfair right on Park. We use to stay there on visits. I wept when he announced his early retirement.
I have a friend who lives in Hoxton. He tells me it's too, too chilly there. Bundle up.
try the temporary experiment by all means, but don't leave out the whim... i like the whim...
Hmmm you've just given me an idea ... I feel like I should write a blog post about a picture. The picture will be the inspiration for my post.
Its probably best to not be too precious about it.
I sometimes find a picture and narrative that work over at rashbre central but might be the only person that would notice.
Easier when carrying a camera of some sort (phone etc).
Your photos are like your trademark. I like them.
You know whats funny? I always look at the picture and think "oh, thats a nice picture" but I almost never put the two together - which is probably not what you want to hear!
I think its important to keep the whim going. If it ain't broke, don't fix it xx
Chris ~ I knew I missing one! (There are quite a few posts that are missing this label!)
UB ~ It is indeed chilly - by UK standards. But you New Yorkers would scoff.
Mondraussie ~ Thanks for the compliment. I think I'm far too whimsy to lose the whim. :)
Sid ~ It might help if you need the inspiration. x
Rashbre ~ I hear you. It would have the potential of paralysing my total efforts.
Jo ~ I think laziness should be my trademark ... it's easy to take a snapshot! Thanks. xx
Beth ~ That is hysterical and makes me laugh. It makes me want to say I LOVE YOU. But that seems too forward. ;)
I see I've come in late again. What's this? Change? Now you've got your "I fucking love you" you need a new challenge?
Man, I need some blogging discipline too. If you find any, send a bit my way.
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