Curbs

Another attempt to break from the expected. And as expected, no interest, no understanding of the play upon words, the double entente of the buxom lady(curves) and the tiny dog concerned with making curbs when so small. An interesting juxtaposition to me. Taken at Cedar Key.
But some days, that it is the way things go.
At Lost in Florida there was the photograph of Palmetto Trail and Brett Fulton, the forestry worker who died in the Blue Ribbon Fire in June of 2011. I had taken his photograph in April.
Again, ho hum.
Today Melanie began her first day working at Columbia Correctional. Again, I posted, I was afraid it would come down to this, Melanie begins her prison stint tomorrow. And sure enough, taking me literally, thinking she actually was being incarcerated.
Then the April Fools photograph of the Blue Ferns. Again, many takers. Whats up?
Then the photograph of the Alfred Markham road. On the sign on the tree on the right, in tiny letters I put my initials. No one noticed. Pretty. Quick look. Be nice. Like. There. Done. Move on. Whats for dinner?
I again say, folks just want pretty. Folks just want beauty. Folks just want trivial. Easy buttons. Food stuff. Dirty linen stuff. Gossip stuff. I see no poetry, and probably for good reason. My poetry so called liking friends do not even comment any longer. Have they all just grown weary, jaded with the daily stream of stuff?
Slowly I am adding photographer friends, who, if they do not comment or like, at least I will see some compelling work and at least like what they do. I still harken back to the one person who said they did not like a particular photograph I had posted. That not like meant more to me than a hundred "pretty" comments, for it caused me to rethink the photograph and give it a critical eye myself. Otherwise, I may have just been content to assume it was just another pretty picture. Ho Hum.