Posted on Wednesday 29 July 2015
Since April 2006, 9 years and 2,829 posts. A shade under 100,000 views since Aug 2006 so just over 30 views per post on average, although readership is a slope down even as photos have improved.
But chips fall where they are. That’s a wrap. Like a message sent to outer space in a probe, I’ll say one last thing.
When enough is enough, one can have gratitude to those who shared part of the journey, enjoyed, appreciated thanks.
Every audience member is valuable. My contribution is not.
Yes, it’s inane or silly to chime in, “I ate beets too!” but silence slays.
By gut one knows when one’s done.
Ultimately, does anything I say have any impact on anything but my own energy? I concluded not, which is also why I quit teaching 8 years ago after nearly 12 years.
I wished to advocate for the diversity of vegetarian food. The blog will stay up.
It used to be a reliable awkwardness among meals with family or friends — people being asses, mooing at me as they ate their burgers or being dumbfounded how one can eat without the main attraction. Tiresome. Tired. Could refer peppily someone to look up blog. But to reply is to ask for someone to continue opposing.
Can you imagine every time you wore shoes, people needed to discuss them and tell you you’re doing it wrong or fondle their own shoes at the provocation of you existing?
I have been at too many arguments of what nutrition is, where protein comes from. What is healthy. As the person who refrains from juice for its sugar content devours a quarter pie.
It was rarely about them.
I like record keeping and spreading ideas. I like to pay attention. I like to make beauty as part of daily routine.
It is not valuable to catch every ephemeral.
It is not a pleasure for me to take portraits of food at their best anymore.
It has not been a signal to stop and admire for some time. It is not learning more aspects of composition at quick street photography speed.
I will not pursue being a food stylist for pay.
Food Photos in blogging have become high art,lighting systems, having an infinite amount of tablecloths, props and sets of dishes. Which apparently only I find a false note. That’s manufacturing beauty not capturing it in the wild with minimal intervention.
Old audience goes and new audience has to be wooed. I do not wish to flog my blog on various social media or join blog organizations. If it doesn’t go thru FB it doesn’t exist.
We could say sabbatical. We could say sayonara. We could say, see you at Planet of the Scapes. We could say, bye.