The NYT was the first review in my Google search. David Brooks is a great writer. I tried to read one of his pieces this evening but I’ve hit my limit of free articles. I might have to subscribe…

U referred to nyt..not me…
david brooks humbles me…streams in the PA mountains make me smile.
History becomes more interesting as I get closer to being so.

Organization — the bane of my existence. Why is that so difficult?

As I consider a blogging course, while having some basic technical stuff, it really is more focused on how it’s utilized toward a specific goal of personal history, memoir and illumination of experience. I have to think long and hard about building that..

Hatched. Made me think of my father. He used to say I wasn’t born. Rather a crow flew over the house, shat on a rock, and out I hatched. Still makes me chuckle.

You’re right about recalling events is a choice. I suppose we all build our myths. I think about the photos I post. Or shoot. Seldom any other traffic in the pictures. Often that’s just the situation. But there are times when I wait for a clear image. Truth or myth?

I agree about writing skills make a read easy or hard. But if I wish there was something I could improve, it’s in the storytelling. In part, you need experience to have a story to tell. But the mechanics to telling the story — that’s an art and skill that I’m not comfortable with. Practice. And closely listening to others helps. Perhaps that pursuit is my life’s work…

You’re right about finding the “right” word being difficult. And at times I’ve resorted to an easy photo. The camera may be my communication crutch. I’ve seen other websites that fill the “right word” void with the addition of young women in pictures. They’re out of place and unrelated to the content. Just a lure…

Blogs do fill needs. Those needs are endless and run the spectrum from ego to sublime introspection and everything in between. I suppose they are no different than the people we meet. Everyone has there persona, story, etc. We connect or we don’t.

Unlike cans of soup, people don’t come with an expiration date lest they be waiting official execution. So we can all proceed as if that expiration date is far off and not a worry…

Not all I think. For some the New York Times stands at the pinnacle of reliable journalism. For others it slithers in the devious liberal swamp as fake news. Quite a divide…

Technology changes so fast that it’s impossible to keep up with it. I find myself trying to corral my use in a narrow fashion and attempt to become proficient and utilize in a manner that provides some value to me or others. Otherwise, I’m like a bee going from flower to flower.

Thanks for the kind words about what I share. I find endless satisfaction riding. The photography and text that follows along pays its own rewards.

Fun and tedious…close ehhh? All hail NYT

Our local library has it. I’ll pick it up. Read a review in the New York Times — it describes the book as mesmerizing and fatiguing as you follow things through time.

Looking forward to it. Thanks for the heads up.

No more motorcycling or anything else requiring vertical balance:, a cane and for longer distances a four wheeled walker are my constant companions. Disease in my case Lupus which goes into remission then reappears then hides and reappears is one problem, advanced cancer now in remission, the missing of a few internal bits and pieces, many years of chemo and now diabetes.

We all survive most the time in our own way. When the bloggers have good writing skills, the read is so much more enjoyable. When they are poor, interest in that specific blog disappears.

Regular blogging requires a certain mindset/skill/desire. Sometimes the “right” word is difficult, so in those situations photographs suffice to fill in the blanks so to speak. In both your blog and Mike’s (as above) dogs share the spotlight.

Suspect a blog fills a need, to be wanted/needed/required by those unknowns in the great world beyond.

Please continue as before, ignore those of us many years older and closer to our own date of expiry..