Friday, November 16, 2012
"Why Can't We All Just Get Along?" Sheesh, there I go quoting Rodney King when I should be quoting Rodney Dangerfield, or, maybe Aretha Franklin... take your pick. You see, I get no "respect" from pal Boonie when it comes to "Postcards." He just can't help himself... can't keep his big mouth shut. I shouldn't even waste a blog post on this... again... but Boonie's "gauntlet" stings. It left a big red welt on my poor defenseless cheek. On guard, my friend!
Of course he didn't mention any names in his cowardly post, "Moving Beyond Postcards," but it's pretty obvious that I was intended to be at least collateral damage, if not the actual target. I don't go around pushing Boonie's lifestyle buttons, his likes and/or dislikes, so what's with his repeated sniper attacks on mine? He knows I read his blog.
Look, I'm a right-brained travel-blogging photographer. What in the hell am I supposed to do? It's who I am. Boonie, on the other hand, is a left-brained professional curmudgeon. Why should I expect more? Here are a few direct quotes from "Moving Beyond Postcards," (what is he insinuating with that title?) and my, admitted, knee-jerk reactions after reading his post:
An experienced traveler has to move onward and upward when it comes to his appreciation of the outdoors.
This smacks of arrogance... like, the way I appreciate the outdoors is immature.
The postcard-worship of the newbie/vacationer is no longer of much use to him.
Wrong! I am no "newbie/vacationer," and I kinda have a use for "postcards." I write little notes to my friends and say, "wish you were here."
Many people are uncomfortable with statements like this because they think they are negative. Was it "negative" when you graduated kindergarten and were promoted to first grade?
Again with the arrogance and insinuations of immaturity.
It's an RV blog cliche to rhapsodize about geology in other contexts, such as red rocks in Utah.
Gee, that's what I've been doing since I started blogging, so now my "rhapsodies" are "cliche?"
Red certainly is a nice color and very impressive if you are looking at it for the first time. But after standing there (like a dope) looking at red rocks, you must eventually admit that it was red rock 265 million years ago, yesterday, tomorrow, and probably hundreds of millions of years from now.
Arrogant and mean spirited... to suggest that people who enjoy red rocks are "dopes." I hope "Spotted Dog" isn't reading this...
Anything static quickly becomes boring regardless of how postcard-ish it seems... some people (like me) consider photo cliches like mountains, oceans, wildflowers, and sunsets to be boring after a few seconds.
Tell that to the Zion Ranger who sat across from us up on Inspiration Point, who on her day off hiked four miles up a steep trail in order to gaze into a "boring, static" canyon.
...whatever you do, don't think about the stupid color or pretty shapes -- think about the process that might have created these strange structures.
Arrogance. Don't tell me how or what to think... or how to appreciate what I'm looking at.
...think about a water-borne slurry of abrasive rock particles wearing the bigger rocks smooth.
Is that not exactly what I said about pothole formation a few posts back? Are you attacking and plagiarizing?
Ok, I've defended my "honor." Enough said.
What say you?
Oh, and here are a few more "postcards" to dumb you down...