I think I can credit Instagram for my own personal Renaissance.
My very first Instagram post was an iPhone4 photo of some cream-colored cone flowers in our front yard 70 weeks ago. I took that phone with me everywhere – of course to communicate , but mostly to take pictures. I saw pictures – mine for the taking – everywhere I went. Old barns, clouds, apples, stone walls, gates, anything rusty at all, and pure New England scenery of every season.
I started to see small. The world was bigger than I ever imagined, filled as it was with all those teeny, tiny details. The curl of a leaf. The faint blush of a flower. A squat, brown, spotted toadstool.
When I found Instagram, I found me. A new me. Someone I’d never met nor known before.
Me. Creative. Me. Inspired. Me … still me … but more.
Thirty-seven weeks ago, according to my Instagram feed, a new Nikon introduced me to even more of the world. I’m learning about light. Morning light. The blue hour. Shadow. Contrast. Framing. And I still love to photograph barns and flowers and rusty old gates.
Photography inspires my writing in a way that blank piece of paper never could. Every single shot tells a story – my story – and the view I have of my world on that one and only day I’m living.
So, thank you Instagram.
And thanks to all of you Instagrammers for sharing your art. Your fun. Your landscapes, children, pets, parties, sunsets, sailboats … and your lives. All of you inspire creativity, spirituality, and intellectual thought in my world.
Only a few Fanstagram favorite follows – more to come!
So Friendly …
@juliainnh – @washblue – @fuzzy.67 – @barbeest
Seriously Fun …
Cool Beans …
@putnam18 – @jimmy_wils – @sallycooperphotography
Truly New England …
So Motivating …
A Light Kind of Dark…
So Thought-Provoking …