Here's what blogging is to me: It's a modern form of the old Victorian custom of being "At Home" to visitors on a certain day of the week; it's an Open House during which friends and colleagues know they are welcome to stop by. I'm “At Home” each morning when I put up at post. Here, in the gossamer world of the 'Net, I throw my studio door open to friends and family and strangers alike. And each Comment posted is a calling card left behind by those who have crossed my doorstep.
Terri Windling, extract from, Reflections on Blogging.
I love when this woman writes. She's wise and her blog posts are another of the places I go when I'm searching for those things I lack here in my world.
She has a dog, a forest, some hills. She writes, I'm a writer, artist, and book editor interested in myth, folklore, fairy tales, and the ways they are used in contemporary arts.
I loved today's essay on blogging and can only say yes.
Yesterday I was working with photographs and history of that beautiful fountain in Genova ...
