It has not been that long since I started to add photos to this blog. You may recall my protracted debates about which camera to get, and the toe-curling decision-making process. Since adding photos, I have been generally happy with the results, and only occasionally disappointed. File size has been discussed, as I am already using 18% of my free blog allowance, in a very short time. I will however be happy to ‘go Premium’, if this ever becomes an issue.
There have been some photos that have pleasantly surprised me with their quality, and in some cases, composition. I may well have chosen the exact camera that suits my needs, after all. On the downside, a few shots have been less than inspiring, and lacking in technical execution.
Not long ago, I fiercely resisted the need to ‘go photo’ with this blog. I stubbornly held to the belief that words alone could tell the story, and good prose would suffice. Some followers confirmed this back then, asserting that my descriptive powers were worth more than images to convey moods, or the sense of a place and time. Others were less concerned with the lengthy descriptions, and craved photographic evidence of the many and varied exploits described.
With some mixed feelings, I purchased the camera, and set about recording my local excursions on memory card. The results, in terms of blog appreciation, were staggering. Every post that contained photos, however poor they might have seemed to me, attracted 100% more views than posts which were not illustrated in this fashion. A similar trend had been noted by me previously, when any post featuring writing about my dog, Ollie, always guaranteed an increase in views by more than 50%.
As I like to think of myself as a writer first, and a photographer of average ability, I am not at all sure if I should be pleased by the sharp climb in viewing figures, or depressed that blog readers prefer to see photos, and to read about dogs. On reflection, I hope that I have got an acceptable balance by this time. There were a lot of people reading my fiction piece last week, and twice as many looking at photos of Norfolk over the last few days. Ollie’s photos, and my writing about his antics, always return a good response. Then again, he is unusual to look at, quite endearing, and his escapades are sometimes amusing.
Am I happy with the outcome of all this? I am not sure. My writing is important to me, more so than postcard-style photos from a digital camera. My vanity makes me want people to think more of my personal journey, than whether or not my dog rolls in mud, or chases a rabbit. Yet it is all part of the same whole, so must be joyful, after all. Expect more of the same, I think.