Personal history. It’s not valued enough. In a culture with dazzling tools to document and record, I find it amazing how superficial much of its production can be. Details without soul, stories without feeling. When I first started being asked why I blog it was difficult for me to answer. The notion that I was building a personal history wasn’t on the radar. The eclectic collection of images and text were an exercise in documentation with neither goal or objective.
Blogging was nothing more than a satisfying pastime.Continue Reading