Looking Out

Looking Out
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I've been taking photos every day since January and posting them on my photoblog. What I've noticed is that some subjects are more popular than others—beautiful flowers, orange sunsets, exotic places, and long shots with ample perspective. People seem to resonate to photos that look down a long row or corridor. I think that smart processing also garners attention.

If you want comments you need to give comments. All that takes time, but it's worth the effort. I've seen things that I probably wouldn't see and met people who are incredible. Odd how you can feel connected to a community that exists in cyberspace. Also there's a level playing field—unless you specify your age you're ageless.

A Single Grain of Sand

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Just the way the sand is made up of single grains, communities are the in gathering of individuals. This week some one who is member of my community died.

This post is dedicated to a woman who I knew, but slightly, and who died this week. She devoted her vacations to building Habitat for Humanity homes, eschewed cars and rode a bicycle everywhere. — Loved folk music, telling stories, and walking.

Her life of probably thirty-five years had been narrowing down—first she lost a job she loved, a relationship ended, and life for her became more of a struggle—balancing on a tightrope — losing her grasp.

I know there's a cadre of singers—and she's joining them— singing loud and clear.