Cell Phones. Loathsome devices, inching their way into every conceivable nook and cranny of our lives. Pestilence! I went for a walk in bushland recently, but I did it all wrong – so wrong! (by conventional standards, that is). You see, I didn’t carry a digital camera, nor a camera-phone, nor any type of camera for that matter. So there are no photos on Instagram, no Likes, no comments, just memories.
Remarkably odd nowadays.
Photos are one-dimensional at best. Where are the sounds of the birds, the smell of the living forest-floor, the feel of the cool morning breeze against your skin? Cameras don’t capture that. Worst of all, pre-occupation with a gadget often means directing more awareness into recording the experience than actually living it. Now, before you start thinking I’m the anti-Kodak, let me say that I love taking photographs as a hobby – and I’m not going to tell you to leave your camera at home. Here is the litmus test: Can you enjoy a coffee at a cafe without first snapping a pic and loading it onto Instagram and making sure that everyone knows how much fun you are having (as if they care anyway) ? Your posts will quickly be forgotten, so make the most of the real thing. Now have a laugh at this while I sign up on Instagram.