Underneath one of the pictures I posted on Instagram the other day I wrote that I kinda feel like it (instagram) is becoming my “mini-blog”. And I’m not sure how I feel about that. I mean obviously, I am HERE posting, most days and I still love my “big blog” and of course the people who read and comment.
This space is and will always be so very important to me.
But time is of the essence lately and I notice so many of my friends not keeping up as much with their blogs or even their photos. MANY are from their phone because it’s so easy to just grab your phone and take a photo. Trust me, I know.
And there is just something about being able to take a quick picture, edit it in a fun way, post it quickly (even to Twitter and Facebook) and then get feedback in either “likes” or comments, quickly.
Yes, I said QUICK a lot. Seems like that is what we need the most these days, everything fast. And well, Instant.
Not sure how I feel about that part either. Can’t we just slow down? Sure, sometimes…. but as always there really are only so many hours in a day and it turns out that this little ole app is one of the best ways for me to document this fast-paced life we are living.
So kudos to whoever invented it. I wish I were you. 🙂
BTW, I’m misselaine0375 on Instagram.
And here’s a little collage of just a few of the pics I’ve taken in the last couple of months!
from top left to bottom right…
The van loaded for vacay. first day at the beach. the street where our beach house was. storms over Panama City Beach. Me & K under a beach umbrella. Tim and me on the pier in Panama City. K starting to potty train. Near the farm where I picked up my CSA. All three in the tub. The old-fashioned barber shop where the boys get their hair cut. K on the carousel at the Mall of Louisiana. The kids playing with the train track Ben built. On the farm of some of our friends. Sparkler! Driving into TX at sunset. My Mom in her favorite reading spot.
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