{"id":4908,"date":"2015-10-06T23:17:38","date_gmt":"2015-10-07T03:17:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/?p=4908"},"modified":"2015-10-06T23:58:18","modified_gmt":"2015-10-07T03:58:18","slug":"4908","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/?p=4908","title":{"rendered":"My fix of click."},"content":{"rendered":"

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On any given day, I shoot a pretty fair amount of photographs.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t really wake up and say, \u201cI am going to shoot a crap-ton of photos today.\u201d\u00a0 But as the hours filter by, I find that I have reached for a camera…. any camera…. on numerous occasions.<\/p>\n

Most of the things I photograph, are inconsequential to most people. But for some reason, those \u201cthings\u201d have caught my eye, caught my interest, or caught my tiger by the toe.\u00a0 So I capture it right back.<\/p>\n

Maybe it is genetic, this \u201cphoto-taking\u201d thing.\u00a0 My Mom was a Camera Bug.\u00a0 I am not sure how many photo albums she has compiled in her lifetime, but it is close to 100.\u00a0 All labeled, all sequential\u2026 with little tags on the photos telling who it is, or what they were doing.<\/p>\n

Oh.\u00a0 Bet me.\u00a0 I hated this when I was a kid.\u00a0 I\u2019ve talked about it here before.\u00a0 But we were on the receiving end of the camera lens\u2026 every time we passed gas, went bowling, or got muddy.\u00a0 If we were really sick, or had just won the big game\u2026 we were forever emblazoned on the pages of those albums.\u00a0 But.\u00a0 That was then.<\/p>\n

And this\u2026 this is now.\u00a0 I don\u2019t create albums.\u00a0 In fact, I am pretty messy when it comes to keeping track of my digital stockpile of images.\u00a0 I have tens, and tens of thousands.\u00a0 All saved to nameless hard drives, all stacked together in a banker\u2019s box in my office.\u00a0 I guess it is my version of hoarding\u2026. in a cardboard container.<\/p>\n

On this day, I started shooting at sun up.\u00a0 I went to feed the chickens, and the morning sky was something out of Oklahoma!\u00a0 I could almost feel the wind\u2026 a-sweepin\u2019 down the plains.\u00a0 So I pulled out my iPhone and shot the sky.\u00a0 Ten minutes later, I was taking a photo of the chickens as they ate.<\/p>\n

An hour passed and I was grabbing a screen shot from my phone.\u00a0 Time Warner Cable had called from Afghanistan.\u00a0 Yes.\u00a0 The South-Central-Portion-Of-Asian Afghanistan.\u00a0 Hell, we can\u2019t get Time Warner Cable down here in Camden, but they are alive and well in Afghanistan.\u00a0 At least their Telemarketing Department is.\u00a0 Go figure.<\/p>\n

But back to it.\u00a0 Polly and the Click.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know what drives me to do it, but I find myself reaching for a camera.\u00a0 A lot.<\/p>\n

Truthfully, I think most of us do some of the things we do, without knowing the why of it.\u00a0 I was going to compare it to a creative preference.\u00a0\u00a0 As in, some people have interests in gourmet cooking, or painting, needlepoint, knitting, pottery, and on.<\/p>\n

But really I think it is more like a bad habit for me.\u00a0\u00a0 Like biting nails, binge eating, smoking, cracking knuckles, comfort shopping, or chewing on pencils.\u00a0\u00a0 The old camera crutch.<\/p>\n

Or it could be a little bit of both. Either way\u2026. I don\u2019t see myself stopping anytime soon. Unless things stop catching my interest and my eye. … … or I end up in camera rehab.<\/p>\n

Again… Either way…. I really hope that NEVER happens.<\/p>\n

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\u201cThe beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony.\u201d <\/strong><\/em>
\n \u2015 Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red <\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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