|Raymond Avenue Bridge, St. Paul, MN|
This month it's Instagram.
I've become a total addict, sitting down for eight hours at a time shuffling images from my phone to my computer, and back, and back again. This may be the most fun I've had creatively, ever. At least in photography. Years ago, I was a professional photographer working for a studio, and creating and marketing photo-art cards to gift stores in Minnesota and California. Then I jumped to filmmaking, screenwriting, writing memoirs, writing novels. Before all of that, I traveled across the country and parts of other countries; also, dabbled in two-dimensional design. Then I decorated my house, planted, and gardened. I reared a bright and lovely, female human being -- I'd like to say that she was my best creation of all-time -- truth is, she mostly created herself, and to herself gets the credit.
|Daughter - College Graduation|
Am I irresponsible, have I neglected the things we of a certain age are told we need to have: a savings, a retirement fund(s). No and yes. But, using the recent words of my friend's eight-year-old daughter after she baked something: "in retrospect", I have always, even if unconsciously, found jobs that were easy to do, with flexible schedules -- often out of the mainstream of working society -- so I could keep a house, eat, support my child, and always have enough time to delight and feel astonished in Xanadu.
It may seem like heresy to some, but my feelings of uplift and joy come from multiple media. While I wait for one book to sell, and another one simmers before it gets uploaded to electronic and physical shelves, I play with Instagram. This program that sits on my smartphone and makes me feel child-like and brand new again.
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