Rarely do I know beforehand what I’m going to blog about. Admittedly there are occasions when I’ll have something in mind. The day before. Sometimes the week before. And sometimes even longer. But they’re definitely the exception rather than the rule.
Generally I’ll post something in response to some event or escapade that has occurred earlier that day. Or maybe, in the case of the longer posts, a day or two after a given happening. So of course it figures that I can’t anticipate before the happening what I’ll be saying. Pretty much par for the course really then. Not knowing what I’m going to say before I’ve said it sorta thing. Sometimes though I do wish I could stop my mouth running off before the brain gets into gear.
However, this off-the-cuff approach is completely consistent with the blog’s originally intended format… anecdotal and mostly rambling accounts of mundane photography-related doings and the various mishaps that seem to befall me on a worryingly frequent basis. Interspersed with the odd serious moment when I’m in reflective mood (and some of them are very odd!).
I tend to look on the whole thing much more as a series of conversations rather than a bit of writing and, like conversations, it often wanders fairly aimlessly all over the place.
And if, along the way, any budding photographers who happen to chance by take heart from my catalogue of apparently never-ending screw-ups and general cluelessness, and realise they’re not alone in their believed ineptitude, then so much the better. Cos I reckon that sort of revelation does as much to boost a person’s self-confidence as any amount of meaningless and oftentimes insincere pats on the back.
So, photography-related doings and mishaps… liberally spiced with a load of other trivia that I seem to be able to dredge up from heaven knows where. I’m beginning to suspect I have an endless supply of it. Oh dear.
As an aside, given all this totally inconsequential content its a source of constant amazement to me that the blog appears to have acquired a band (albeit small) of seemingly loyal followers. Amazement and not a little delight.
I still can’t quite figure out what the attraction is, but hey, I’m not knocking it and I love the idea of having these virtual chats with other real live people rather than just mumbling away to myself. I do more than enough of that as it is.
There’s something else I don’t know beforehand either (and not rarely this time, but ever). And that’s how I’m going to react to comments. Indeed, I couldn’t could I? Not until a comment’s been made.
I certainly try to respond to most comments (hell, that’s only polite isn’t it?) unless they don’t seem to merit a response. And that response can be anything from one or two words of acknowledgement to much lengthier and more considered replies. Or the occasional bit of banter (er… rather more than occasional I suspect). All depends really. On what seems appropriate, or on what occurs to me, or on what mood I’m in, or even something as simple as the time I have available.
But sometimes, I have to confess, I miss some comments completely.
Notwithstanding my replying (or not, as the case may be) its not been totally unknown for a comment to spark off another, brand new, post!
(Good grief… finally I’m getting to the point of this present post wouldya believe.)
Which in turn may well prompt another little photo session. In fact, its getting to the stage now where I’m not sure whether the pic-taking is fuelling the blog (that being the way it was originally) or the blog’s fuelling the pic-taking. Or perhaps I’ve finally achieved the ideal… the two activities have become totally complementary and neither now takes precedent. A sort of symbiotic relationship almost, one might say.
(Hey, take note of that… I used a fancy word there! “Symbiotic”! Hmm. Best go and look up what it means now I s’pose.)
Anyway, the seeds of this post were sown the other day, by another one. That post I knocked out about how I came to almost inadvertently take a load of pics of curtains and stuff.
It attracted a comment from (presumably) a one-time visitor to the blog who’d picked up on the fact that I’d referred to coffee. Not too sure precisely how that happened but then, the ways of WordPress are sometimes mighty strange.
I have to say (well, I don’t have to but I will) it struck me as a little bit curious cos I was only using the anecdote about the coffee as a frame for the real tale that was of course all about (surprise surprise) pic-taking. Well, it would be wouldn’t it? Given that this is a photo-related blog. Though I think the commenter must have missed that completely. Can’t imagine how. I think they also probl’y missed the fairly significant vein of light-heartedness that runs through the blog. Can’t really understand that either, cos the title’s a sort of clue y’see.
Which is not to say of course that the coffee anecdote was an invention. Oh no. Like all the accounts of mishaps and general cock-ups that festoon these pages, it happened exactly as related.
And why should I complain if someone inspects the frame rather than looking at the picture so to speak.
Thing is though, and something the commenter had no way of knowing, I’ve had in mind for quite some time to take a series of pics celebrating my second favourite brew… instant coffee! Particularly seein’ as how this addiction of mine seems to get mentioned a fair old bit in various posts on this ‘ere blog. Its just that somehow I never seemed to get around to it.
Well, that comment gave me just the kick up the arse I needed and this evening, all housekeeping chores done (all two of ’em… the rest can bloody well wait ’til next year or decade or something) I spent a good couple of hours having a whale of a time shooting a load of coffee pics.
I’m not certain one’s supposed to drink the subject of one’s pics, leastways not whilst taking them, but when have I ever worried about little details like that? And its certainly not an unprecedented thing for me to do. Though on former occasions I do believe it was something rather stronger than coffee.
Better yet, out of this couple of hours of fun I ended up with a half-dozen acceptable piccies that I’m now pleased to share with you, my loyal and valued cyberfriends.
Please do enjoy. Though I’m not entirely convinced this is the sort of consequence my “coffee sensitised visitor” was intending.
The moral of the story being of course, whilst I haven’t a clue how I’m going to react to any particular comment… neither has the person commenting. Heh heh.
And a little footnote. A while back a mate of mine happened to mention that jars of instant coffee don’t actually have the word “coffee” on them. That’s to say, they don’t represent themselves as coffee… not as such. Well, I think that’s what he said, if I understood him correctly.
Now I wasn’t wholly convinced by this but wasn’t prepared to debate it cos, truth to tell, I didn’t actually know. Its not something I’ve ever particularly paid attention to. I just assumed that jars of instant coffee would have the word “coffee” on them, indicating that they are indeed a form of, or derivative of, “real” coffee.
Well sorry matey… but yer wrong!!! Check this out…
And that’ll be another heh heh. Always assuming I understood him correctly of course.
So now I think I’ll just go and…