Project 313 – Post No. 046

The chance wheel stopped on “write a short post” and that will surely please a lot of people. Or, maybe not. Them people who might have appreciated brevity likely stopped reading this series quite a few posts ago. I’m thinking — based on the readership — in the late 20s. 

I’m referring to post numbers and not age. Heck, most of my readers were in their 20s before the InterWeb was even a gleam in Gore’s eye. 

The call to brevity is also spurred by a slight headache I’ve not been able to shake. It’s rare for me . . . which raises concerns that it’s an indication of something severe. Which, then, reminds me I’ve yet to write my “I’m dead” post.

Nope. Not a joke. I figured that if I die, few readers of this blog would ever know it. I would just join the rank of hundreds if not millions of other bloggers who — for reasons unknown — stop posting and fade from the blogosphere. 

The thinking, then, is to write my own blogobit (blog+obituary=blogobit) while I’m still alive and schedule it a month ahead. Then, at the end of every week, I would add a week to the planned publishing date. 

When I do this, I’ll have to be extra diligent about making sure the post doesn’t accidentally go live. I mean, if it did accidentally go live, I’d have to fake having died just so as to not incur the ire of my readers when they found out it was all a misunderstanding and I’m still alive

And no, I wouldn’t consider making good on it for sake of accuracy in reporting, so don’t even ask.

And now, the photo:

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That particular photo is from a trip to New England in June 2002 . . . a few months before I bought the D100 and forever left film behind. That photo, however, happens to be from a digital file. As part of developing film, one could opt to have photos scanned and put on a CD. They weren’t scanned at a sufficient resolution for printing, but then few people back then had good enough printers for photo-quality home printing. Even so, these scans are fairly poor quality . . . no wonder Kodak declared bankruptcy and lost its status in the photography world. Then again, at the time, those scans looked very good to me.  

When we moved, I threw away thousands of photos spanning the years from the 70s to my last film rolls in 2002. I have all the negatives, but I don’t know what shape they’re in. The last I scanned any was a few years ago. 

I kept the negatives because wherever we settle, I’ll buy a pretty good scanner and sort through the negatives for the ones I want to preserve. Realistically, it’s a waste of time because there are very few people photos. It’s mostly flowers and the backyards of my previous three houses, and a few badly-captured birds, and lots of travel photos. A large percentage of the travel photos are from Hawaiʻi and — don’t you know — I live here now. 

Perspective . . . it matters. 

Anyway, got to keep this short because I gots other stuff that needs doin’. I occasionally do treatments to the doodles to see if I can make them more interesting. Often, I fail. Such is the case with this doodle. 

Or is it? It occurred to me where I’ve seen similarly washed-out pictorial offerings . . . the remnants of frescos on the walls of the ruins in Pompei. If the Big Island blows, this is what the digital remnants of my photos might look like to archeologists a couple of thousand years from now. 

I give you today’s doodle . . . Could Have Been Found In Pompei

Could Have Been Found in Pompei

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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