Thank the goddess
for Zite, my news aggregator of choice these days. (Although it does piss
me off a touch that we think it's cool to misspell even German words these
days.) Just yesterday, over the last of my morning coffee, scrolling
through my aggregated pieces on classical music and bicycling and chess and
photography and, primarily, books and writing, I tapped to read "A
Thousand Words: Writing from Photographs," a blog entry by Casey N.
Cep in The New Yorker.
In a fascinating turn toward the digital age, Casey tells us she "...gave up writing hurried descriptions of people on the subway...and scribbling down bits of phrases overheard at restaurants and cafes." She actually stopped even carrying her notebook.
So, what is she doing now to supply her writing habit? Easy, her phone/camera, taking shots of everything from urban scenes to unique stones to odd characters to books or paintings she likes or wants to explore further. "Photography" she says "has changed not only the way that I make notes but also the way that I write. Like an endless series of prompts, the photographs are a record of half-formed ideas to which I hope to return."
Wow!
In a fascinating turn toward the digital age, Casey tells us she "...gave up writing hurried descriptions of people on the subway...and scribbling down bits of phrases overheard at restaurants and cafes." She actually stopped even carrying her notebook.
So, what is she doing now to supply her writing habit? Easy, her phone/camera, taking shots of everything from urban scenes to unique stones to odd characters to books or paintings she likes or wants to explore further. "Photography" she says "has changed not only the way that I make notes but also the way that I write. Like an endless series of prompts, the photographs are a record of half-formed ideas to which I hope to return."
Wow!