Tonight my friend Carly told me this journal has become too much a dumping site for photos and videos, which she sees as ‘double dipping’ from work. She said it’s going downhill because I have not done enough writing—or more to the point, storytelling.
She, too, spends her life writing, and I respect her for it: she’s good.
We stayed up late talking about journalism, people and fiction. I told her blog is a dirty word; that I am learning to take photos, and that video is a great way to tell stories.
She wouldn’t have it.
But, sometimes life is routine. Last week, the ten minutes I spent on the side of Highway 191 during my commute filming the muddy rapids in the Gallatin got me through a whole day of work. And capturing those rapids on video was the most succinct and vivid way I knew to share that feeling.