Digital pen to digital paper

Ever since it was worth remembering, I’ve always wanted to start a journal. I have a few random pages tucked into notebooks here and there throughout the years. Inspirational writing to make the “me at the time” feel a little better or just jot down what I thought were deep thoughts only to realize some philosopher poet wrote them way earlier and way better.

One random Wednesday, my grandfather (the OG daily adventurer), gave 12 year old me a blank Harry Potter themed notebook and said, “if you keep a journal, you’ll be able to look back one day and see the life you’ve built and the choices you’ve made. I wish I had started a journal when I was your age. You’d be surprised to see how much you change over the years”. Well needless to say, they’re apparently hard to keep up with.

Can’t be a photojournalist without the element of writing, I suppose. Then it’s just a photo without the journey. Do you have to have a degree in photojournalism to be credentialed? Or can one just be an ethical and moral human being, take photos, write the truth, and sell it for a couple of bucks? I’ve always been one to ask for forgiveness… it’s probably edgier that way; definitely cheaper.

As it goes, not every photo really has a story… sometimes it’s just a photo. I can’t tell you what a deer is thinking… and even so, I don’t think they’d risk their privacy to make a comment anyway. They’d probably say something simple but callous… like, “Don’t you know the written word is basically a dying art in the modern age of self-diagnosed ADHD?”. And, though it may be true, I’m not sure I care for the negativity.

So I guess that’s the point of this blog… jot down some automatic thinking, maybe flirt with nihilism, explain the process and adventure behind some pictures, translate deer thoughts into Bukowski inspired pull quotes.