Before I climbed the steps to the subway this morning I saw a cluster of small birds bathing in a puddle by the curb. I stopped and looked at them. My first instinct was to grab my phone, take a picture, put it on Instagram, email it to myself to use on the blog, to share the moment. But I didn’t reach for the phone. I just stood and watched, the birds flapping their wings and then one by one taking off. More taking their place. I took it in for myself and that was enough.
Now I’m telling you about it because it was a pleasant way to start the day. But I was also relieved not to photograph it, send it, share it, faster, faster.
[Photo Credit: Todd Gipstein]
where's the boids, Belth? No picture of the boids?
How does the story end? I only read the first 140 characters.
140 characters. That's alls ya get, Belth.
Is there a picture of these boids?
So selfish >;)
No Boids! Picture 'em in your mind. The end of the story is that they got wet and clean and flew away. Then I went to work.
Nice little piece, Alex.
I've actually started to carry a small point n shoot camera around which has 2 benefits.
1. Takes nicer pictures than my phone, and
2. Cannot be immediately broadcast across the internet.
This allows me to review them later on my computer and share only what's worth sharing in hindsight rather than the heat of the moment.
Signal to noise an' all that jazz.
Sometimes though, it's best to just live the moment and move on.
Nice little piece, Alex.
I've actually started to carry a small point n shoot camera around which has 2 benefits.
1. Takes nicer pictures than my phone, and
2. Cannot be immediately broadcast across the internet.
This allows me to review them later on my computer and share only what's worth sharing in hindsight rather than the heat of the moment.
Signal to noise an' all that jazz.
Sometimes though, it's best to just live the moment and move on.
4) Yeah, I lived a plugged-in life so it's refreshing to force myself away from it, even momentarily.