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The slow agonizing death of Facebook

The facebook drip

What you stare at each moment, at stoplights, on the toilet, at every opportunity. What you hold there in your hand, is dying. Facebook has grown so big, so mighty and so powerful that it has forgotten who it was. It has moved away from all that it promised and instead turned into all that it could be. Let me explain. The potential for Facebook to connect us with long lost friends, half brothers and lost memories was so huge it was somehow going to be the binding that held together the pages of our lives. The ability to share each game winning goal, lost tooth, record deal or failed attempt at baked brie was life changing. So here we all were, feeding the machine with all our information, as quick as we could, willingly giving big brother everything he needed to track our likes, dislikes, quirks and perversions. But we knew that going in, we had to feed the beast, how else will we find our maternal parents? How will everyone know to write HBD on my timeline if I don't feed the beast? My birthday will be ruined! Here Beast, eat this! Oh, and for seconds I shall feed you my height, weight, hair color and even my allergies. Only it wasn't a beast back then, it was the puppy under the table. We lovingly tossed it wee tasty bits, knowing full well that it will stay a harmless wee little puppy for ever and ever. Hahahaha! Well, the shit storm is upon us, the beast is out, everything that it wasn't going to be, it is. The Facebook newsfeed is a steady parade of useless info, the game winning goals have turned into every single shot, the single precious moments have turned into every moment. Everyone you know is selling you something, be it product or opinion. Like my post, share my post, copy and paste, buy my stuff, tell your friends, join my group, blah, blah, blah. What makes it worse is that all of that useless info is sandwiched between actual paid advertising aimed directly at you. It has gone from being the binding of the book to being the actual page content . Facebook is shaping who you are and how you feel. It is telling you where to shop and what to buy what looks good on you and who to vote for. Facebook, is a cute puppy no more. You've seen it coming. You have shut off the annoyance, the religious zealots, the selfies, the foodies, the overly opinionated. You have trimmed your friends to a bare minimum, but it still gets through, it knows what you like, it knows what you need, you need to feel the newsfeed dripping into your veins. You must know what the notification is about! Click the button, click the fucking button!! GET IN MY VEINS!!!

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You could however, feel this coming, you know that there are other options out there, you have been dipping your toes in and waving the aroma towards your nose, your eye has been wandering. You will go, you will leave, you will try it again with another puppy, maybe a smaller one this time, and you wont, definitely WILL NOT feed it scraps under the table. Awww, this one is so cute, it could never be a beast, I think I will name her Vero :) She wont shit on the floor. 

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So, why photography?


Why try and start a photography business in a time and place where everyone is a photographer? I cant go anywhere without seeing a photographer. The competition is fierce to say the least. You have the mamarazzi, the weekend warriors, the GWC's the perves, the students, heck even the teachers are all willing to take portraits, team photos, weddings, maternity, newborn, product and cake smash pictures the list goes on and on. And they do it for nothing, nada, zilch, zero. Hey, I'm just trying to build up my port, you know? Thats all good and fine, all the power to ya. Giver! Or is it? What are you trying to build you port up for? So you can start a company and compete with the next generation of port builders? Its a never ending cycle. How then does one compete? How indeed. I personally think that some of the fringe photographers do it for recognition. Hey your a photographer? wow, how cool? Then there are the gear lovers, addicted to new gear and obsessed with having something newer (therefore better) than the guy next to him. Yeah but this lens has Quadra axis super hyper image stabilization. (because last years model didn't take sharp pictures while strapped to the horn of a stampeding buffalo.) The book photographers who do everything by the rules. Oh gad, look at this pic, so, not obeying the rule of thirds. Garbage! So many varieties of photographer and with that there are so many takes on great photography. The common bond though is that we all love photography and want to be successful at it. The secret, I think, to being successful is to focus on what you love most about it, where you feel your creativity is best served. Find your happy place and rock it. Don't be bound by restraints, be they, gear, reputation, or popular opinion, create what you need to create. There you will find your success, weather financial or spiritual, success should only be measured by you. Right now my personal success comes in knowing that I am home each night and there is work to do tomorrow, taking pictures. Yay for me! :) And Go Oilers GO!!  

To blog, or not to blog, that is the real question -


Blogging has always rubbed me the wrong way, not because of it's potential for a normal everyday idiot to reach millions of people, save lives and cure world hunger, no, it bothered me because of the name. Blog. Think on that. Blog. What does it even mean? My generation didn't have Blog. We had graffiti and bathroom stalls to get the word out. Blog. Blogger. Blogging. I was afraid to attach myself to something that sounds like trash. I have always found the word cake to be a bit annoying. I don't see delicious when I say or hear cake. Cake is without a doubt a goofy word which may or may not have led me to appreciate pie over cake. See pie is a good word, nice flow, straight to the point. Want some PIE? Oh yeah, I would love some pie! Anybody want Blog? No! No thank you. No Blog for me. No Cake either. cay-k. blah!

So That brings me to today April 25 2017, I have survived this far without blogging, who the hell cares what I have to say anyways, I mean I am slightly off kilter, somewhat obtuse, and I seem to have a hankering for some pie. If I were to do this, it would not be about this or about that per say, it would not be a step-by-step guide on how to build a pen out of an onion, no, it would be ramblings and thoughts on the current day, and these ramblings would change with my current mood. I might talk about beer one day, then maybe talk about beer the next day, you know to keep it interesting. It would not be politically correct, IMO political correctness has created even more segregation. But that is a blog for another day..Maybe, if I can get over the name.