BlackBerry Stories
I just awoke a few minutes ago, clicking on the damned "smartphone" that has become an extension of my brain. A story promptly unfolded that has elements of Hitchcock. BTW I've read that, later in his life, he was obsessive about the women who starred in his films. But I digress...
Maybe I should have titled this BlackBerry Roulette, because one is tempted to take a chance on a name or a direction, following each "bet" with a look at the other players, how they are betting -- then pursuing THAT bet with another. (Only when I'm in this odd mood, natch -- most times I go after something specific, a photo for my blog, a news item, whatever...but I'm leaving my Florida place on Saturday and, as always, I'm torn. The girl wants me, but not enough to be where I'm happiest. I will pursue the girl...)
Back to roulette, I click on Flickr, go to contacts. I have some 350 (!) But she is the only one I made "family" -- she is French, beautiful, both model and photographer. But my memory of her is fuzzy. WHY did I list her as "family"? Evidently to be sure I could find her easily. (Needless to say, I have NO actual kin on Flickr...)
We'll call her "L" -- she's a very private person, about 40 (gorgeous 20-year-old daughter). The man in her life is dying of cancer. They shared the war in Lebanon in 2008 -- I don't know exactly what took them there. (She writes amazing comments on her photos -- this is why I feel very close to this sad, unique woman. I also read comments put on specific shots -- beguiling nude self portraits -- by a dozen Flickr-friends, some mutual [including a "ghost" whose nude shots I used to feature here] and some who attract me to THEIR Flickrs.)
All her posts seem to date from early September, including a fabulous nude "selfie" titled in a heart-wrenching phrase combining self-doubt and fear. (She later explains it was E's cancer that caused her despair.)
I read my own comment posted there; it's brief, encouraging her and hoping the art she creates would sustain her. I worry that, though she commented further, there've been no posts for six weeks.
A mystery, heightened by this smartphone's vast -- but limited -- capabilities. I need to get on my laptop, to be able to "work" Flickr's tools adequately. Pehaps a Bloody Mary at that beachside bar (with wi-fi!!!) is in order.
Maybe I should have titled this BlackBerry Roulette, because one is tempted to take a chance on a name or a direction, following each "bet" with a look at the other players, how they are betting -- then pursuing THAT bet with another. (Only when I'm in this odd mood, natch -- most times I go after something specific, a photo for my blog, a news item, whatever...but I'm leaving my Florida place on Saturday and, as always, I'm torn. The girl wants me, but not enough to be where I'm happiest. I will pursue the girl...)
Back to roulette, I click on Flickr, go to contacts. I have some 350 (!) But she is the only one I made "family" -- she is French, beautiful, both model and photographer. But my memory of her is fuzzy. WHY did I list her as "family"? Evidently to be sure I could find her easily. (Needless to say, I have NO actual kin on Flickr...)
We'll call her "L" -- she's a very private person, about 40 (gorgeous 20-year-old daughter). The man in her life is dying of cancer. They shared the war in Lebanon in 2008 -- I don't know exactly what took them there. (She writes amazing comments on her photos -- this is why I feel very close to this sad, unique woman. I also read comments put on specific shots -- beguiling nude self portraits -- by a dozen Flickr-friends, some mutual [including a "ghost" whose nude shots I used to feature here] and some who attract me to THEIR Flickrs.)
All her posts seem to date from early September, including a fabulous nude "selfie" titled in a heart-wrenching phrase combining self-doubt and fear. (She later explains it was E's cancer that caused her despair.)
I read my own comment posted there; it's brief, encouraging her and hoping the art she creates would sustain her. I worry that, though she commented further, there've been no posts for six weeks.
A mystery, heightened by this smartphone's vast -- but limited -- capabilities. I need to get on my laptop, to be able to "work" Flickr's tools adequately. Pehaps a Bloody Mary at that beachside bar (with wi-fi!!!) is in order.