I’m trying to keep up a blog. It’s one of the few things I do to organize my life. To accomplish this, I’ve got to sit down, arrange my thoughts and muster enough courage to believe that I have something to say worth writing. This is no easy task. Depending on my mood, it can be nearly impossible. Many days, I don’t have the time and most days I don’t have the courage.
I’ve decided that the one thing I like to do is include a photo on each post. It breaks up the language, gives a visual sparkle to the entire page and allows me to express myself. To accomplish this, I’ve asked that my cheap digital camera stay near my desk. But it is never here. You see, I have a 14 year old daughter. It follows that I will never have the power to organize my belongings if she has the remotest interest in any of them. This applies, of course, to digital cameras. It also applies to all forms of makeup, jewelry, clothes items (that have not been rejected in advance as being too hideous to consider) and anything else of the remotest interest to my 14 year old darling.
Many times, I have asked that the camera, in particular, not be taken from my desk. In the alternative, I ask that if it is “borrowed”, that it be returned promptly to the location from which is was taken.
Today, I decided that I would try to blog. I would attempt to express what it is my heart. I notice that there are millions of blogs — blogs about everything and the blogs are filled with photographs, music and ideas. Simple people, expressing their point of view into the internet ether. I want to jump on this bandwagon, to be a part of it, however inartfully, with my contribution.
After a complete search of the house, I cannot find the camera. Today’s photo will be taken from my collection of family photos, and has nothing to do at all with anything relating to this installment. It shall, instead, simply be a symbol of all the things I can’t find, can’t organize, can’t start or finish, because of my inability to take ownership of my own creative juices.
Here it is.
