Remember a couple of months ago I wrote about deleting my Instagram? That’s all still relevant but I miss some aspects of it. Mostly Stories, because they were casual and random and lovely instead of being part of a grid of images that sort of all have to look good together (at least to a compulsive perfectionist). Since I don’t miss the spammy ads and all the other things I talked about in that other post, I have no intention of diving back into any part of the Farcebook empire.
But I do miss sharing mostly contextless bits and pieces of visual stuff. Twitter, for all it’s writing community amazingness, has never felt like a place for “here’s a not-really-artistic but still vaguely interesting picture of a thing I noticed today.” I even contemplated starting a new Tumblr (and by contemplated, I mean signed up for and almost did something with but changed my mind) just for those pictures, but the thought of adding another social media profile to my life made me twitch a bit, so I decided against it.
So, I’m going to share those small fragments of life here instead. Because I keep reminding myself that I can do that if I want to. Because this is my blog and I get to decide what to put on it. Because it makes me happy.
On the subject of non-artistic photos, I was lying in bed the other night, reading on my iPad by the night of my ridiculous pink lamp. I really only have the iPad for reading textbooks, online magazines and blogs, so it’s a wonderful haven of distraction-free delight. I threw all the apps I don’t use but can’t delete onto the second desktop and never looked at them again. Except for the other night, when I did. And I remembered Photo Booth existed. And this happened. The top left photo is the ‘normal’ version of me in bed with a pink lamp shining on me after spending the entire day working on an essay. The rest are pure silliness and joy, because I’m easily amused.