Well, that didn't last long...
I was really enjoying the whole “instagram” thing, but horror of horrors, my iDevice has disappeared without a trace, so I am now without an Instragraming photo-capable dohickey. Life. (Cue withering sigh.)
I don’t think it is too horribly out of line to say that Maurice Sendak had a fairly big influence on my childhood. I suppose most people cite Where The Wild Things Are—and rightly so. But what I consumed perhaps most frequently and connected with most intimately were the Little Bear books. Written by Else Holmelund Minarik, Sendak was merely the illustrator. “Merely”....
And now for something completely different...
…Instagram flash fiction! If I can figure out how to post directly to Tumblr. Been using Instagram a lot lately. And even though it makes me feel a bit morally reprehensible (I’m old-school film-and-darkroom elitist when it comes to art photography), I know I’m not going to be using film ever again just because I don’t own an enlarger (I refuse to let some Walmart develop...