Sometimes I cannot help myself. I have to see what’s under the rock. I have to investigate, look closer.
I’m a story chaser and a mystery solver. Instagram has exacerbated the symptoms of my disease. Now, I am not just pulling over under the underpass to catch another glimpse of that graceful white bird that flew by. I am pulling over to photograph that bird.
If you follow, you are coming with me. There is also a black swan and some crazy looking striped bird down there. I’m still devastated I could not capture them. I lay awake at night mulling these things. The photos that got away
But I’m also thrilled by the diamonds I have unearthed. Some moments are priceless. Like a picture of my mother’s secret smile when she picked up a paintbrush for the first time in a decade.
Having a device in my pocket has me constantly looking for stories, for beauty, for revelations. Sometimes in spectacular places like Santorini where it is impossible to take a boring picture, and sometimes in the pocket park at the end of my street. The last rays of an alien sunset. There. That happened. Did you see?
I’m completely addicted to Instagram.
I love to look at other peoples photos of moments captured, dreams dreamed and stories unfolding. I love to see where they are and where they were. Mostly I like to follow their travels, and see the world through their eyes.
It’s an escape without leaving the room. A getaway when I cannot get away.
But it’s better when I move too. So lets go. There’s more rocks out there. There’s something just ahead…
Linking up with Skimbaco Lifestyle and Instagram Travel Thursday here – check it out – there are some wonderful blogs that host this weekly link up.