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I’ve decided that I’m going to start posting my photos of the day here again, because honestly sometimes Facebook just doesn’t cut it.   It doesn’t matter how many hours you spend on a particular photo, it won’t get as much attention as that snapshot of my cat doing….anything.    People will come out of the woodwork to like a photo of a cat.   Don’t get me wrong, my cat IS “like”-able, but still.

Case in point.  A couple of weeks ago I posted this photo of Wally:

Cute, right?  (We call this his Roman emperor pose.)    It was a slow Facebook day so only 25 people liked it, and two commented.   But who cares –  it was snapped on a second’s notice with my phone.

And it’s my cat.

Then there is this photo, taken the day before yesterday at Grand Central Station:

I spent a good hour positioning myself on various stairways, trying to capture the essence of this crazy, gorgeous building.   This photo was my favorite, because you get the feel of people rushing by, blurred in their haste, but there are also people buying tickets at the ticket windows, or standing and chatting with a friend.   Also, I love that the two soldiers are standing in the light – appropriate for these men, on duty as our guardian angels.

It’s  a photo you can look at for a long time, which is always my favorite kind.   Can you spot the Muslim woman?   The two clean cut men in business suits?  The guy who would probably be walking faster except for that coffee in his hand?   Do you see the restaurant?

On Facebook it garnered ten likes, no comments.

I know this is a reflection on me far more than on Facebook.  Facebook is not there for reflection or depth.  Facebook is there to tell you that your friend is currently having dinner in the West Village and look at the size of those margarita’s!!

But that’s why I’ve decided to start putting my photos here again, as well as on Facebook.   A smaller audience, probably, but made up of lovely people who don’t mind reading a paragraph or so about the photo I took that day.

Even if Grand Central Station is not as cute as my cat.

About Amy

Amy Milstein was born and raised on a farm in Indiana, but after 20+ years considers herself a full-fledged New Yorker. She is married with two kids, who do not go to school but are instead life learners. This means they learn by living in the world (real life ) instead of hearing about it and simulating it in a classroom. With her family, Amy loves to travel, read, watch movies, write, sew, knit - the list is endless.
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