Flickring Away

I have about three or four packages waiting in my living room to be opened. Most of them I ordered, although I always forget what I ordered by the time it gets to me. One of them, from my BFF in Philly (Thanks V!) arrived just today. I thought I would have sat right down and start opening them like a kid on Christmas Day but I got side tracked on line when I checked out posts on my flickr page. I happened upon boyghost's stuff and it's been almost half an hour now since I came in, undressed and dumped all my stuff on the ground. I love photography. It's one of my great loves next to writing, reading and movies.

Flickr is one the best sites for photo viewing and sharing by people who really like pictures in my opinion anyway. I can get lost for hours looking at other people's work. I am in awe of how pictures tell a story and how, like poetry, you can come away with a completely different interpretation then the author, or photographer in this case, intended. Pictures, in many cases are more immediate than words, more visceral. Anyone can love a picture, personalize it, have an intimate moment with it, no dictionary needed.

I guess one of my dreams is to save up for a really fly Nikon D40 but that would be a pretty frivolous purchase for me right now even if I could afford it. Besides, I'm a great believer in that photography is not about the camera. It's about the person behind it.

Okay, I'm gonna open my packages now. : )