Recently, I’ve taken up photography and become a “photog,” a tenderfoot photographer. Photographs can make interesting and beautiful again what I often take for granted. My iphone makes photography an accomodating activity because its many pocket cameras are always with me in one truly “compact” device. Supporting stacks of photo editing apps, my phone is essentially a portable dark room that’s neither dark nor room and emits no fumes. I can squander shots because I never run out of film, and the eco-friendly ‘trash’ is just a finger’s throw away. Plain photos can be transformed into works of art if time is taken to develop a camera eye and learn the editing programs, and so much rolling in LoFi mode will likely make me better at shooting with a camera that doesn’t accept calls. Continue reading
I like technology. In fact, I thrive on it. Efficient, stimulating, tactile, interactive, fun — what more could one ask for? But as much as I like the ‘feel’ of technology and its gadgets, I love the feel of writing, the sensation of a good pen put to paper, the tangible fluidity of ebb-less ink keeping pace with my flowing thoughts. There is no intrusive auto-correct, no clamoring alarms to openly announce a mistake, no need for plug and outlet, no accidents from a delete button or electrical outage, no cryptic application to drain the brain and wallet, and no tiny screen keyboard to expose the slightest error of finger.
I wonder if children today get to experience the handy skill of cursive, the esthetic of writing in analog, the near immediate transcription of thought from the mental to the physical world. I hope so, because writing, pen to paper, is an adept, historic art that can be enjoyed by all.