Why I blog

It’s a time consuming process to shoot many photos and work on them until I’ve achieved a design I consider to be “viable pillow art”. Maybe one in 2,000 photos is even brought under that kind of scrutiny. So, I enjoy the opportunity of sharing its evolution in pictures and words. In that way, blogging balances the creative part of my life.

This was the photo that the peach rose pillow came from. Can you tell?PeachyRose  The hot orange colors of the photo sure do offset the mountains of white stuff outside our windows.

On a recent internet search, I stumbled upon an entry where the writer traced back to the origin of the word “blog” to the joining of “web and log”.

Most people have a pretty good idea what the web is and a ship’s log isn’t too big a stretch either. I found this interesting: ” A ship’s log owes its name to a small wooden board, often weighted with lead, that was for centuries attached to a line and thrown over the stern. The weight of the log would keep it in the same place in the water, like a provisional anchor, while the ship moved away. (Did you know that?)

By measuring the length of line used up in a set period of time, mariners could calculate the speed of their journey (the rope itself was marked by equidistant “knots” for easy measurement). As a ship’s voyage progressed, the course came to be marked down in a book that was called a log.”

He went on to add that as a blogger “You end up writing about yourself, since you are a relatively fixed point in this constant interaction with the ideas and facts of the exterior world.”

I find this to be true. I have long been a “maker” which has included many forms of media, from writing and drawing, to sewing, gardening and photography. The process of making something in any medium demands a healthy dose of introspection to perfect it until the result is ready for prime time. Blogging for me is an opportunity to share what’s going on in that inner world.

As spring approaches, I’m a little nervous about the amount of time the gardens will command. Still, I know that getting out into the garden, cleaning up debris and looking for buds, moving plants suffering from the harsh winter and cultivating new flowers, will bring its own relief.

Music is another way I escape into a place of comfort.

February is black history month. Clark Terry was an American swing and bebop trumpeter, a pioneer of the flugelhorn in jazz and an educator who died on February 21. He played with Charlie Barnet, Count Basie, Duke Ellington and Quincy Jones (1960). His career in jazz spanned more than seventy years and is among the most recorded of jazz musicians. I enjoyed the percussion entrée to this recording of Swahili from 1955. I hope you do too.

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