Who wants to hear my thoughts?
I remember it very clearly.
It was a Saturday night, yes the loneliest night of the week, I was on my laptop at the corner of coffee table because at the time we were trying to be at least in the same room. She looked over & asked what I was doing. I was on Flickr and I explained how I was commenting on people’s photos.
She paused a second and then said “Why do they care what you have to say?”
As with most of her verbal kicks in the teeth I had no response.
But really, what do they care what I have to say? I mean who am I anyway? I’m just a guy who bought a really nice camera and likes to take photos of things I see. I’ve got no background in art, no formal training in anything except my job, and that couldn’t be further from photography. I’m horrible at technicalities, no matter how much I try to study the meaning of the words aperture and so on. So yeah, what do they care what I have to say?
Well, I guess the same reason I care what people have to say about my stuff. In fact, “care” is too soft a word. Comments are like a drug to me. It’s the look on a lover’s face when you give them that gift you’ve been waiting to surprise them with.
It’s just about the greatest goddam thing in the world.
And I’m not being a praise hound here, no, far from it. In fact I hate those “Great!” and “Awesomes” I’m not digging for a compliment, that’s not my style.
What I feed off of, what keeps me going, is hear what you see. When I get a story about what that frozen second in time is all about. I might have been there when it happened, but now I want to be there when it happened with you.
So I guess this is why I have this blog. A place where thoughts on my photos can be placed.
Why? Because I care what you have to say.