Carl Setzer

A friend of mine let me know she's still pretty active on Flickr, so I zipped over there to see what's been happening. Now, I've posted to my page fairly recently, but I haven't been so good about reading other folks' stuff. As I started surfing through my followers, I was amazed at how many of them had gone missing. Some not having posted in years. As I was going through, I started unfollowing those who hadn't posted for more than 3 years. Yes, three years! Seems like a good time to clean house, I guess. It does make me question the viability of Flickr. Yahoo!'s issues over the past few years have, long ago, made me wonder if they would keep the platform going. And Yahoo!'s fate's not getting any clearer. But, it's still here, and there are still photographers posting merrily along. So, as long as it's not gone total ghost-town, I plan to keep on posting there. I do post nearly daily to Instagram , mostly with haiku. Then I post some ...

Yesterday evening, harsh words drifted through the summer air.  Voices of two women, b rutal in their battery, stunning in their cruelty, I wondered, "are these coming from mother and daughter?" Perhaps they're romantic rivals. There are a multitude of possible roots, and it's likely I'll never know the reality. And I'm not sure I want a deeper engagement.  Yet the rage tinged brutality engaged thereby intrigued me, intellectually. Are the speakers aware of social corrosion taking over? Can they see the destruction brought about by their words? Do they care? And what does healing look like? Ultimately, they're about being  right , not about being effective. Damage was done, whether healed from or no. And we all lose when relationships corrode .