Good faith . . . it’s what everyone wants. I don’t mean faith as in believing in this or that supernatural thing and/or bearded or non-bearded being. By “good faith” I mean honesty.
For instance, if a salesperson is working on commission, I’m less likely to believe he’s acting in good faith. Before salespeople jump all over me, it’s just an example; the same thing applies to every business I know.
Strike that; every successful business I know. I mean, I understand it, but I don’t have to like it. Why am I bringing this up? It’s because I read THIS article and it got me thinking about all the time I’ve been asked to conserve, recycle, and otherwise complicate my life to “help fix” a problem that is a) not of my making and b) not going to be solved no matter what I do.
For instance, I’m supposed to minimize my impact on the environment. I did that; Melisa and I decided not to have kids. Our impact on the environment is both limited and finite. Yet, I still got grief for driving a Suburban. For them who live in other countries, a suburban is approximately 19-feet long (5.8 meters) that can carry (in the configuration I had) eight passengers rather comfortably . . . and their luggage. Mine had a 40-gal tank which, depending on driving conditions, gave me somewhere around 550-to-650-mile range.
80% of the time, it carried one person (me).
19.8% of the time, it carried two people.
0.2% of the time it either had additional persons or a cat.
These days few remember a time when people made threats against people who drove large fuel-inefficient cars, but it was a thing.
No one threatened people who had multiple kids.
I often get pushback when I warn about overpopulation. The argument is that we have more than enough of everything for even twice our current number and even if we don’t, technology will come to our rescue. Think about that for a moment and see where it leads you.
So, back to good faith . . . when I hear a politician, celebrity, self-declared pundit, or even an earnest (if misguided) “regular” person spout this or that warning about this or that thing, I am sure of one thing; there is very little good faith on the part of that person.
They might be earnest in their lamentations but said lamentations are always aimed toward others. Others should change their ways; others should compromise; others should stop doing whatever they are doing. Just once, I’d like to see someone cast that proverbial first stone with a clear conscience.
Pick an issue you care about or that you heard you should care about if you want to appear as a caring person. I’m willing to bet it’s either an issue that doesn’t impact you or it’s an issue that you hypocritically contribute to even as you complain about it.
I mean, there might be exceptions here and there, and if there are, good for you.
And now, the photo:
That’s a treatment of a crystal that was on the counter at our dentist’s office. Yes, I’m forever snapping photos of everything I think I might be able to use here on the blog . . . and many things that I’ll probably never use.
On average — in addition to photos I snap with my Nikon — I take around 300 photos a month with my Samsung Note 8. Yes, an average of about ten a day.
Obviously, I don’t use them all, and that’s why photography is a hobby. It’s for my enjoyment; if it was a job, I’d be trying to sell them or somehow make money from each and every shot. Why, I might even have to ensure they are of sufficient quality to impress a potential buyer.
Failing that, I could invent a fake story to go with the photo.
For instance . . . “wanna buy that photo? That crystal belonged to the wife of a man who knew the gardener of the butler that used to work for the Kennedys. The gardener sold it to him and it’s speculated the butler threw it out the window and into the garden when the police came with a warrant to search the butler’s home for some papers that had gone missing; papers about a certain accident involving a car and a bridge in a place with a name few can spell correctly. Said papers had gone missing and the butler was under suspicion of having taken them . . . because the butler is always the culprit. But all the butler had done was steal the crystal. Whaddya say? Only $47.50 and I’ll throw in the fake frame.”
. . . I got to get me that Ph.D . . .
I like both color and monochrome photos. I’m not sure it’s equal. I mean, I’m not sure I like monochrome as much as color photography (or vice-versa). I’m forever battling the urge to present both versions and often I fail; meaning, I often show both versions.
It’s difficult describing the significant emotional turmoil faced by someone in my shoes as they struggle to decide one way or the other . . . but I can draw a graphical representation of the struggle and give it an evocative title to aid in the visualization . . . Monochrome Swirls Battling Remnants from Arlecchino’s Costume.
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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