If you are an Instagram person you know that the end of the year brings on a plethora of “Best Nine” posts from the people you follow… any person’s *best* is based on the number of “likes” each post gets throughout the year.
According to this parameter, the above featured photos are my best for 2018. I was surprised to see that selfies ranked so high. I guess my friends want to see me (and me and my hubby). And despite the contrary evidence above, I really don’t take many photos of myself.
Sometime toward the middle/end of 2018 I made my Instagram account “public” which was a bit of a scary step. Little by little I have been putting myself, my life, in the public eye during a time when many feel it’s foolish to do so. Yet still, I have a voice (and a view), and I enjoy sharing. So far the connections to others and the feedback I receive has outweighed the possible negatives. Time will tell.
Sharing my photographs can sometimes feel self-indulgent, especially because I have quite a number of friends who are actual professional photographers. I love their work and enjoy their photos. I also feel an extra point of pride when I get a new Instagram follower who is also a photographer. What better compliment than that? Yet my photos are not about the process… the shutter speed and all the specs and fancy cameras. My photos are more of a means to record my daily activities. For inspiration in my writing. To remind me to focus on something beautiful. To remind me that not everything is beautiful, but needs to be recorded. Sometimes I just want to be a witness.
I do, however, hate when people say… “your camera takes great photos” or similarly “your phone must have a great camera”…as if that’s all that it takes to get a great image. I have been taking photos for well over forty years… so perhaps I am a *photographer* and it’s just semantics.
So, to honor the reason I take photos throughout my days… I decided to cull together *my* version of the Best Nine. Not according to *likes* but according to ME. I have focused only on the photos I posted to Instagram. To boil down the 484 posts from 2018, I eliminated any selfies or photos of my husband (I think we covered that already), and I made a decision to eliminate any photos of our cat Josie or dog Rufus (because they are all cute and I could never pick between them.) Once I had picked some favorites I noticed that I had at least one from each month, so I decided to pick my best 12 utilizing one from each. Ultimately, I couldn’t decide, so I have ended up with a “Best 18” because why not?
If you enjoyed these stories and photos, please take a moment and follow me on Instagram. Even though I don’t do it for the “likes” it is still really nice to have a few friends along for the journey.