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 |   Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
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I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
| I am running a little late this morning. I think I will need to make a second cup of coffee before attempting this blog entry. There. The nice thing about blogging is that I can leave the room, go make coffee and you can't tell that I have been gone. Just one more reason to blog instead of doing Facebook Live or something. There are other reasons, too, but they are similar - like blogging in your pyjamas or the freedom to be incognito and unseen. I have been doing social media for a long time, but I generally stick with those platforms that are designed to let you share in text rather than pictures. I know Facebook allows one to post endless selfies, but it's not necessary to do that in order to use it successfully. I don't go to Instagram, for instance, because I don't record my day in photographs or video. I don't take pictures of myself and nothing in my life is interesting enough to bother filming. Worse, I have seen what Snapchat and other apps do to you with their filters. Sure, it's funny if you use the bunny filter because we pretty much know you don't have long, floppy ears or whiskers. But those glamour filters are more deceptive. I have come across photos of relatives in which they appear much younger than they were the last time I saw them. And there's something magical, yet disturbing about their eyes. A little like Polar Express but with more twinkle. These filters lie to the world about you. They are also addicting. Once people use them, they can't stop because returning to their real images would be such a let down for those whose eyes don't really sparkle or contain an exact replica of the Milky Way. Also, we've all seen how a random Zoom filter nearly derailed an attorney's appearance before a judge when he appeared to be a fluffy, white cat. That's embarrassing. Now, I am not going to say that I am perfectly content with the sight of my aging self. So much less potential for improvement, however, makes it easier to resign oneself to. I know that no matter what I do, how I diet or exercise, I will still be old and wrinkles happen. Plastic surgery is expensive. Filters erase the wrinkles and smooth the ravages of time, but they are creepy. I am just going to stick to being invisible and let my words stand for me. If not for hiding behind, I have no idea what the internet is for. |
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Not quite what I meant. "Pufts" was a sidelong reference to the famous dog show, Crufts