The Final Countdown

It's odd posting a picture at 10.58 in the morning and writing words to accompany, given that this is meant to be a daily photo journal for me (that's my interpretation anyway). All the picture represents is some nice shadows coming through the lounge doors at 10.30 - when I look back (if I ever do) I'll look at the picture and think "must have been sunny that day then..." I did just take mum to the station, so I have actually 'done something', which I've just reported.

I don't post early every day - it usually happens when I'm on a late shift, and I know that come 9pm tonight when I'm home the alternative will be a picture of something within 3 feet of my vegetation position on the sofa. And I'm not missing a day at the moment (don't want to prolong the inevitable), so not posting is not an option.

If I was using this as a true photo journal, then I'd be posting possibly the same image in the final hours of the day, when at least I'll have something to say to accopany, although I can predict now it would be "went to work, sat in a boring office meeting for three hours, came home, had tea". In that respect it's probably not a bad thing to post an image so early in the day. I may even get more than my daily average of 67 views / 5 comments - the early blipper sometimes catches the worm. Although am I bothered about that anymore? Do I crave views, favourites, comments like I used to? I'm not sure - probably not. The people I care about (probably) view and (often) comment.

This leads to the question - why am I still blipping? Do I want people to know what I've been up to? Do I want to continue recording such stuff for all and sundry to see? Is it a record of what I've been doing for myself, ignoring the fact that anyone can read it? Is it a showcase for my inconsistent photography - sometimes good, sometimes woeful? Is it just habit? Do I actually enjoy it anymore? And most people have probably stopped reading this by now anyway...

Part one then of three days of deliberations, basically...