Social media vacation

I'm not sure what finally pushed me over the edge. But I logged out of Facebook this morning and have no intention of logging back in till February. Or if I'm liking what I'm not seeing, maybe not ever. I'm tired of the click bait posts, and the algorithm not showing me what I signed up for in the first place. Even a few of the groups I belong to have had some idiocy come along. 

I logged out of the name changed rage machine years ago, and don't miss it in the slightest. I stopped looking at Instagram last summer, and don't miss it. I was using Vero to show photos, but the astute of you will notice that I closed it about a month ago because they opened it up to content pirates. I think they were trying to copy Instagram, aiming for more content instead of quality.

Even the news has gone down hill. There was always a sensationalist edge to it because that's what sells. After the headline there was a team of editors making sure there was a factual basis to the story, and that it was written in English. But now they let politicians and others spout whatever stupid thing comes into their head that they think will do them some good, and media publishes it. It's all bad for my blood pressure. Don't get me started on the comments section. 

Some people I know have signed up for Bluesky, and the little I've heard about that is good. So far. If it does well I've little doubt some ego-centric billionaire will buy it and open it up to the hateful trolls. I am undecided about signing up.

So what will I do with the time freed up by not doomscrolling? Hopefully more time with a camera, or in the darkroom. You might, or might not see the results here.

An odd abstract pattern I found.

Of the Day

Driftwood (NZ)

Film

Linda and her next oldest sister.

Newfoundland

The tour boat we took to the end of the Western Brook pond.

Polar bears

Their paws kind of fascinate me.

Why ever didn't I publish this, and maybe I did

90 days, or so ago

A fun book with lots of interesting photos. They did it in reverse chronological order, so I had intended to read it the second time from back to front, but never got around to it and then the library wanted it back. If I were to see it on the shelf, and had some time, I might read it there.

Curtis