Now where was I?

The summer of 2009 is winding down and the circumstances and demands which have prevented me from posting have abated. My husband has hired staff, last weekend was my daughter's wedding. I have spent this week seriously considering whether I wanted to come back to the blogosphere, both reading and writing.

When Cigarettes and Purity started it was my first successful attempt at any kind of journal or regular writing. I have had countless false starts in my life going back to childhood and never got beyond 3 entries before I bored myself with what I had written. Somehow the keyboard has succeeded where the pen and bound book did not, at least in volume and regularity. This blog has served as a junk drawer (which is in no way meant to infer value) of sorts. It is the place I can throw ideas, writing (other's) and images that have caught my interest to the point of not wanting to throw them away (given my terrible short term memory for names). I can then come back and do a search for a book, an exhibit, an article or the name of the artist who's making the wonderful prints of .....(fill in the blank). Through this space I have met virtually and then actually with a large number of remarkable people who have been generous of spirit. I have not engaged in self promotion nor do I aspire to be a "force" in the Fine Art Contemporary Photography Web Based Wish We All Lived In New York/China/Germany Blah Blah Blah. It is what it is.

I was continuing to go round and round in my head this morning over whether to resume posting or just let it go (Have I bored myself sufficiently? Had the Law of Inertia come to bear? Given the volume and speed of the internet does it feel too much like "jumping in" on Double Dutch?). I looked up to see my husband, just returned from running, sitting across from me wearing the t-shirt pictured above. I picked up the dictionary to fully examine the origin and meaning of illiterate (etymology: 1556 from the Latin illiteratus meaning not furnished with letters). Happily this led me to the word aliterate, defined as a person who is able to read but chooses not to do so. I guess this post means that I am choosing not to be visually or conceptually aliterate and further, that I will continue to use this space to make notes on what I learn. As always you are welcome to drop in and look over my shoulder.