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!
Travelling back from a lovely day spent with lovely friends, the sun was dropping down below the horizon; my camera had given up working but I used my phone to snatch this picture with not great hopes of how it would look… Because I had my phone pressed against the window, of course there was reflection and part of the phone itself was visible in the photo; it gives such a weird look to the end product! it may not be a perfect photo but it might be perfect some time in the future as a book cover!
There is something so fascinating about reflections anywhere but natural reflections in water are particularly magical; it is easy to imagine people in distant times being entranced and maybe a little awed by the strange phenomena as they would have seen it. Maybe the story most well-known to us is the story of Narcissus, who fell in love with his own reflection and killed himself because he could not attain his desire… he’d already caused misery and heartbreak to poor Echo who was spurned in her love for him There are stories and fables about animals who saw their reflection in water, the dog with the bone who saw a dog with a bigger bone in the water and tried to snatch it, losing his own bone in the process, the stag who so admired his antlers in his reflection but disliked his slim legs… until his antlers got caught in some branches and he was trapped by a lion…When ancient precious items are retrieved form bogs, marshes and pools, I wonder if those who cast them in for some ritual, magic or superstitious purpose watched the reflections and tried to ‘read’ something in them?
I’m struggling with a new phone… I think I am going to be struggling for a while. It is touch screen but that isn’t the problem, I can handle touch screen, it’s just that the amount of touch needed seems to vary from moment to moment… I have a camera, a very good camera, but every so often i want to use my phone, and my last two phones had really good cameras and I could quickly snap away and take some pleasing pics… I dare say with this new phone it has a wonderful camera, but it is just not as instant… or to be fair, I haven’t managed to grasp how to take pictures without a lot of faffing about.
The other day I went to see my husband’s art exhibition, and did think to take my camera so thought i would take a couple of photos of the display with my phone… well, that was my intention. I got a few fuzzy blurry wobbly pictures which I have deleted… on the way out I looked at my phone, trying to work out what I had done wrong, and somehow managed to take a photo which I think is rather pleasing… I shall persevere.