There’s a small government wharf down the twisty road from our house. I’ve seen another human being on it one time in the last 5 years. The tides get very low here, and it’s not ideal for docking. But it’s exquisitely beautiful. There’s a house on the island across the water that I plot to own one day, and Corey and I sat here four years ago and talked, for the very first time, about the possibility of getting married one day. I continue to believe that there’s a bit of magic in the mist and the ocean and the clouds around here.
I have this photo on Instagram, along with a photo every day for the past two years or so. It’s an amazing instant capture tool and it’s my favourite social media platform by far.
There’s definitely an art to photography, even if it’s your baby laughing, even if it’s a road we’ve all seen a hundred and six times before. It can even be artistic when it’s taken with an iPhone, and I appreciate people who have a creative eye. Here are 3 ofmy tiptop fave Instagrammers du jour:
Neil Kramer – Neil would probably be perplexed to know that I remember that he was one of the first commenters on my Debaucherous and Dishevelled blog about six million years ago. I’ve seen him at various blog conferences over the years, most recently on a street in Chicago this summer, but I never know for sure if he knows who I am. I always say hello, but feebly, and he always nods politely but confusedly. Anyway, he takes amazing candid pictures of every day life and publishes them on instagram. (look up neilochka)
Gerard Yunker – Gerard is a well-known Canadian photographer who photographed Corey when Corey was Blue Steeling stuff. I haven’t met him, but he was in Vancouver a few weeks ago and Corey met up with him and came home to show me his absolutely stunning Instagram feed. He can make an East Hastings back alley look gorgeous. (look up gerard_yunker)
Ania Mari – When Nolan entered kindergarten, there was a parent orientation night at the school library where the principal introduced the school and policies and all the painful administrative details that parents must memorize. I half paid attention, because the woman sitting in the second-last row was maybe one of the prettiest humans I’d ever seen. I stared at her objectively and wondered if she knew how unusually beautiful she was and if it had impacted her mostly positively or negatively. I don’t think I ever spoke to her, though, and if she knew I was scrutinizing her, she was too gracious to glare.
Three years later, her oldest son and Nolan are best friends, and she is my hair stylist and friend. She also has a blended family, and the Instagram photos she takes of them are nothing short of stunning. (look up aniamari)