A differing opinion and an announcement

As fellow photographer Steve Gingold has pointed out, the recent weather has been nothing if not frustrating. Gloom notwithstanding, I brought the camera along while I ran errands the other day. At one point I drove through Nippenose Valley and, on the way back, took a turn towards Ravensburg State Park, a place I introduced you to several days ago. I was glad that, once again, I had the place to myself. I took strange pleasure in walking. The ground had frozen, and had heaved a bit the night before. This produced a slightly raised, and friable, layer of soil. As a result, each footfall produced a satisfying crunch. I enjoyed both the sound and feel as the tiny shock-waves impacted my ear drums and the soles of my feet. I like the image I have presented here. I like it because it expresses lots of movement (on the right) and I really like the muted view of the shallows (on the left). I once read, in an online forum, that at least one professional photographer is of the opinion that long exposures of moving water were passé and overdone. I’m not sure why that may be and I do not agree in any case. Isn’t it the very nature of (liquid) water to be moving? Whether high in the atmosphere, in the conducting vessels of a Giant Redwood, or at the depths of the deepest sea … water moves.  A long exposure is the best we can can do, I think, to show in static view, something of the nature of that dynamic. To stop the movement would, I think, deprive water of its inherent nature. To be moving is what water is all about. Why depict it any other way?

Park

And now, I ask for your indulgence. I have always believed that I was one of a very small group of people on the planet without a Facebook account. It is with mixed emotion then that I report that is no longer the case. The opiate held no attraction for me because I didn’t want to add one more thing to my already-long-list of things to attend to. I knew that FB was about social media and social is not something I’m interested in either being or doing. And, I didn’t want to become one of those connected people who cannot distinguish the reflexive (unconscious or autonomic) need to breath from the conscious (somatic) or even Pavlovian desire to check their News Feed multiple times each hour. My world, free of FB, began to unravel when Joanna and my daughter both suggested that a FB presence could provide more exposure for this WordPress blog. To be fair, there were statistics that provided support for their argument. This blog has existed since March of 2011. In that time I have been fortunate to attract 458 followers. The site has received just over 70,000 visits from people residing in 126 countries. That amount of activity is laudable, in some absolute sense, but consider that the site of another photoblogger, whose site I frequent, has more than 30,000 followers. I stood firm in the face of these statistics and believed that the combination of photos and prose presented here would eventually elevate me from total obscurity to perhaps vague visibility. I was wrong. Sometime in August my daughter, a long-time FB devotee, decided to take the proverbial bull by the horns and, without my knowledge, established a FB page for me. Since then she has populated the site with a collection of her favorite Pairodox images and with a gentle suggestion to visit this blog. This past weekend, as part of our annual Solstice celebration, Molly presented me with the username and password to my Facebook site. I was not altogether sanguine about the idea but must report that I am warming to it, so much so that I felt the need to micro-manage the cover and profile images associated with my new internet presence. So, there you have it. I can now report that I am more like the rest of you than I was just a few days ago. I look forward to seeing how the ramifying influence of FB might affect this blog. Before signing off I need to thank Molly for taking it upon herself to drag her father into this twenty-first century. I would not have arrived without both her work and her persistence. I shall observe that when our kids are young, it is the parent who pushes, cajoles, entices, or otherwise motivates … for the good health and well-being of the child. As we get older, the balance of responsibility shifts and it is the now-adult-child who must push and cajole to get the parent to keep up with this rapidly-changing world in which we live. Thanks Molly for all of your dedicated work in support of my interests. Dad

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