Photography fascinates me as another way of telling stories. What does the photo mean to the photographer and what does it mean to the person who perceives it. The convenience of my iPhone overrides my efforts to learn how to use a “real camera”. Therefore, my photos tend to be stories of the moment shared on social media through the convenience of iPhone apps. My “real camera” learning comes from Wikimedia Denmark expeditions to places that need photo documentation or from a friend who says “let’s walk around somewhere and take photos”. That is what happened today, and that friend blogged about our photo adventures for your reading pleasure so that I can take the easy way out and just link to his blog post! After about an hour of freezing for the sake of photography, we found a warm café where we could discuss taking pictures, blogging, and the…
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18 Days in Egypt is “a collaborative documentary project about the revolution.” The co-founder of this project, Jigar Mehta, was in Copenhagen June 14th, and I was one of a handful of people who was privileged to hear him speak at Politiken’s Hus. I was sad that so few attended this talk. He did tell his tale to a much larger audience the next day at another conference, but he had a valuable tale that deserved more listeners of the journalist variety. (News of this talk was circulated in journalist circles.) Here are my brief notes from his lessons learned about crowdsourcing “an interactive documentary of the events in Egypt” that occurred from January 25th to February 11th 2011. My notes from the talk Mehta describes how he watched the tale unfold on television. He noticed that many, many people were holding up their mobile phones to record the events.…
1 CommentNic Steenhout‘s photo of fresh-baked bread sent me more than 30 years back in time. I’ve always loved baking bread. I know I learned to bake bread when I was a teenager, but I have few recollections of those breads. I know some were sweet and most were incredibly flat and heavy despite being baked in a form and using yeast. I may have been heart-broken, but my dad never complained. The bread disappeared completely when in his care. I wasn’t afraid to experiment, either. An uncle was coming over for dinner in my early bread-baking years, and I thought I’d make some special dinner rolls. I added blue food coloring, blue being my favorite color. To my great disappointment, no one wanted to eat them! Years later, I became more conscious of the beauty of the creation of bread. It wasn’t doing something fancy like adding blue coloring. It…
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