I am feeling very spacy and like I can't? do? words? But I'm trying anyway. I was rooting in my image folder for Blog Post Material™ and y'know, obviously I take a lot of pictures with my blog in mind. When you have a blog that you update every day you are probably going to have a motor whirring around in your head ready to set off the POTENTIAL BLOG THING alarm. It's fun because it's like there's a net that your brain is constantly casting out for creative ideas, and that makes it an excellent thought-tunnel to have. But also, I take a lot of pictures and think a lot of things that are not blog things. I make notes and doodles and sandwiches that the internet is not involved in. I'm, like, a real human being, sometimes.
So I was looking through my folders at some of the pictures I have sitting around, and it made me think about all the specific feelings and memories recorded in these pictures that I didn't post (but am now posting). A lot of the Blog World™ is really fixated on shiny, sparkling, perfect visuals and the best fonts and the ideal picture editing and so on. I find all that smart graphic stuff cool and interesting and inspiring, but also I love the humanness of blogs. I like the rambling and the grammatically incorrect sentences (sometimes) and the wonky but candid pictures I get to see on some blogs. It makes me feel like I am reading a person instead of a newspaper, and I like that.
I can remember the exact feeling I had when I took that uppermost picture. I was wearing some of my comfiest clothes and I'd just had a bath and felt very cosy and just the right temperature and just really, really good.