[The history of most women is] hidden either by silence,
or by flourishes and ornaments
that amount to silence.
Virginia Woolf
I've been a bit troubled lately by some threads of talk which I've found here and there about blogging and the woman behind the blog. Are these women real? Are their intents kind? Are their worlds which are written about and beautifully photographed true? This subject fills me with sadness.
Blogging has so quickly become such a pleasure for me. A happy addiction. I enjoy posting and expanding my blog. Watching with a feeling of contentment as the pages stack up and the months tick by.
I carry my camera everywhere to be on the ready. But, I carried my camera with me everywhere I went long, long before I began to blog. Having my blog as a creative outlet has pushed me as a budding photographer (I can't believe I just referred to myself as a budding photographer). Many blogging women have helped to open my eyes to new possibilities of all sorts of things such as said photography, writing, cooking, crafting, and mothering which all encourage me to develop myself. To push myself. To want more for and of myself.
Blogging has so quickly become such a pleasure for me. A happy addiction. I enjoy posting and expanding my blog. Watching with a feeling of contentment as the pages stack up and the months tick by.
I carry my camera everywhere to be on the ready. But, I carried my camera with me everywhere I went long, long before I began to blog. Having my blog as a creative outlet has pushed me as a budding photographer (I can't believe I just referred to myself as a budding photographer). Many blogging women have helped to open my eyes to new possibilities of all sorts of things such as said photography, writing, cooking, crafting, and mothering which all encourage me to develop myself. To push myself. To want more for and of myself.
