After posting my personal picks for my favorite Instagrams of 2017 in my last blog post I got curious about my own choices as opposed to the ones that got the most “likes” on the Instagram app and the most “likes” on my Timeline. Knowing that the viewers are quite different in both places I thought it would be interesting to see where opinions overlapped and here are the results.
First up, just as a reminder, here are my personal choices, my favorites from each month of the year:
This set, not by month but by the most “likes” on the Instagram app, in order of popularity:
I thought it was interesting that the most popular one was an Instagram of Instagrams!
And now, the most popular ones from my Facebook Timeline, these picked by people who are connected to me more personally than a lot of my Instagram followers, also in order:
As you can see, a few overlap but the one that I felt was the most significant when I had to identify what I thought was my most meaningful photo of 2017, the one of Maddie praying for her parents during Hurricane Harvey, is the one that showed up in all three places.
Seems all three sets of observers were on the same page with that image.
Okay, picking just one favorite was just too difficult so I decided to choose one Instagram from each month. Even that was hard. Apparently June was a good photo month.
But I did narrow it down and perhaps tomorrow I would decide on a completely different twelve. Heck by the time I get to the end of this posting they would also be a completely different set but for now, at 9 a.m. on this Wednesday morning on one of the last days of December, these are my favorites.
When I travel I can’t help but spend some time thinking about how I fit into the world. Being out of my normal environment reminds me that the world is huge and when I think of myself in that context I can’t help but think that in the grand scale of things, I am but one person among billions.
A dot in a grand landscape.
Forty days is a very long time if you’re waiting for something. Forty days is forever if you’re in a hospital bed. Forty days is much too long if you are a family waiting at home towards the end of a long deployment. Forty days and forty nights for Noah, on an ark with all those animals? An eternity!
But forty days are transient when it comes to blueberry season at Shuqualak Farms, a short window of time when the berries are ripe for picking at the start of a hot Louisiana summer.
The farm has been there for a very long time, an institution in Frierson, offering years of memories to local families, who return year after year to pick the berries and enjoy the complimentary and decadently delicious blueberry popsicle offered while the berries are being weighed and paid for. The farm itself is the opposite of transient but that window for picking….you have to be aware and go when the berries are optimal.
Yesterday did not disappoint.
Besides coming home with a full bag of delicious plump blueberries, this image presented itself towards the end of my visit. It’s what I enjoy the most about photography, finding that one fleeting, transient moment in the middle of all the others.
And that free blueberry popsicle….on their FB page someone asked what the secret ingredient was, that made them so amazing.
Their answer was “love.”
The older I get the more I like order in my life.
The clothes in my closet are grouped according to what they are. I eat the exact same breakfast every morning. When I make my bed the pillows are always arranged the same way. I say the same series of prayers daily. I write this blog every week.
And I post an Instagram every single day.
What started out as an exercise that forced me to be more aware of the world around me and the art that’s always present in it, has become so much more than that. Six years after I posted my first Instagram on June 11, 2011 the process is ingrained and second nature to who I am. It has become part of the order of my life.
Today I share with you some of my favorite images from among the 2300+ photos I’ve posted, grouped, of course, in a sort of order.
First up, the green theme:
Our lives are made up of millions of evanescent seconds, most of them going by unnoticed in the flurry of our days.
Every now and then one of those seconds, one of those moments in time, stays with us, perhaps due to the weight of it’s significance but perhaps simply because of the joy it contained.
This is one of those seconds, captured in a photo.
An autumn night, a fire pit on the driveway, good wine, good friends, carved pumpkins and bowls of candy, trick-or-treaters roaming the streets, eager to see what their efforts will produce.
A moment of time captured in an image that conveys a perfect night, made even more special due to a sense of time passing and the knowledge that moving vans within a year will rob us of being neighbors.
This is why I pursue a photo every day:
To capture one second from among the many.
To commit it to memory in a way that defies it’s evanescence.
To elevate one seemingly ordinary moment.
People are often surprised to find out that I’m an introvert at heart. After all, I spend much of my life engaging people through my Instagrams and am often energized by learning people’s stories. Recently a high school teacher that I’ve kept in touch with for decades told me I was a connector.
And I really enjoyed hearing that. Because I have to work hard at it.
There was a time when I hated to call a pizza parlor to order a pizza and I often still have to talk my self into picking up the phone to make reservations or engage a stranger in conversation. I suppose all my years as a military spouse forced most of that out of me.
I’m an extremely connected person, through my photographs, through social media and through this blog.