For quite a while I have been on Instagram but it’s only recently that my children told me how they, and most people apparently, use it. It seems most people take photos either on their phone or camera, and later decide which of them they wish to share. Sometimes people might edit them, crop out telegraph wires or the shoulder of somebody in a red coat or a car in the wrong place… I realised that some of the photos I looked at had been edited with enhanced colour for example, but I just thought that was done on the phone…
I understood Instagram to be an instant thing, as the name suggests, a little snap shot or memory of something right there, right then. So if I saw something interesting, funny, beautiful, peculiar, I’d take a picture and share it straight away – sometimes with a caption, often not. I would occasionally adjust the colour but only minimally… and I confess I don’t properly grasp hashtags so I rarely if ever include any.
If I look back over the last couple of months of my pictures, there is soup, a spider’s web, flowers outside and flowers inside, a gig in a pub, a portrait of Sir Thomas Wyatt, an alley, a street market, some ceramic dishes, sky, cake, machinery on the beach – diggers and dumptrucks, a window display, and today I took a photo of a cast iron manhole/drain cover. It’s quite fun to look back, it’s like a little visual diary, and because of the way I do it, the pictures are of what I saw at that particular moment, what caught my eye.
I ‘follow’ quite a few people too, especially those taking photos of places I love or would love to visit… Tasmania, Iceland, the Faroes, Ireland… lots more, and food – food in markets, on plates, in kitchens, growing in vegetable plots and gardens.
I may not use Instagram as others do, but I’m very happy the way I do!
My featured image isn’t from Instagram… I haven’t figured out how to do that yet, but it is from Iceland!