Photos vs writing as a reflection of a moment
Blame it on the time shift, but I decided to opt out of the radio contest this weekend. Couldn’t picture sitting and copying short strings for hours on end. Maybe next year.
I did get the clocks (thermostats, appliances, timepieces) adjusted when I awoke; nobody else noticed the hours where we were out of sync with the neighbourhood. When, oh when, will the nation stop this stupid clock-based madness? Leave the time zone alone and get out of bed later if you want to see a winter sunrise. There.
The lawn got mowed this afternoon (thank you son #3). Now the snow can fall as it may.
Heading into the workweek with a spring in my step. A long weekend on the horizon. Four days to go.
Read an interesting editorial from a local writer. He compares his personal photography to his personal journal, and gives the seal of approval to what he puts to paper. Says that photos don’t always witness the “moment in time”. You have to ask (yourself) when did that picture get taken. In contrast, writing allows context. The old saw about “a picture is worth a thousand words” doesn’t actually measure the value of the wordset. Maybe it’s the second page in the dictionary. Great for enhancing the A rank, but not much else.
As I feared, the ability to adjust our subset of cable channels has already reared its head. Next month we’ll pay more “as a test, to see what we like”. Why is it that the cable company always wins? Why can’t they let me pick my channels any time I want, as long as I assure that my total count remains below a determined number?
