The news has been slow around here. Just regular stuff. Accidents, government stupidity and incompetence, scandals of the famous and wannabes. Politics as usual. Autumn.
It got me wondering about today’s prompt — what we would want of all the possible results — from blogging.
Why do you blog?
A friend asked me why I blog. Which is the same as asking me why I write and take pictures. I felt like asking her why she breathes because writing and shooting is like breathing to me, but instead, I asked her why she plays golf.
She is a fine sportswoman and can’t imagine living a life in which she can’t play or compete. That’s as much who she is as her face.
I write because I have a head full of words. I take pictures because I see them wherever I go. These things are as much part of me as my face or my feet. I can no sooner not write as not breathe.