There’s been an adjustment to how I’m posting the August photoblogging challenge. I’d started yesterday by including some copy that used the day’s prompt. I’m not going to be doing that after all. It’s up to you to have a sense, or not, of how my photos fit.

Were I to ask for one thing from Flickr, it would be the ability to post photos grouped together, but not by making a set. Rather, some fashion of gallery post; sometimes you deliberately want people to view a given photo specifically in the context of other photos.

Rebecca Toh mentioning the joy of black and white photography reminded me that I had some unposted photos from an early June protest, and that sometimes I like applying only lens corrections, crops, and the B&W Flat preset in Lightroom with no other adjustments. I’ve got a batch of zoo photos I handled that way, too, that I’ll post tomorrow.

After aborting one attempt months back, I’m again exploring making a return to using Flickr. (My old, original account still exists; they don’t allow URL changes, so I’ve no interest simply in resurrecting it.) What’s irritating me, though, is the feature inconsistencies between the iOS app and the website. For instance, the iOS app uses Foursquare for its location search, but then that mapping data appears nowhere on the website, whose location and mapping search does not use Foursquare and is missing many locations as prominent as the Oregon Zoo. Meanwhile, in the app I can only add a title to a photo, but not a description; on the website I can add either, both, or neither. I feel like Flickr is treated by whomever owns it like it’s some sort of bastard stepchild they’ve been saddled with and for whom they don’t want to have to put in too much effort despite having spent money to obtain it in the first place. Which always sort of prompts me to wonder: why should the rest of us?

Three stories from Portland protests worth your time. First, the bad news: Jayati Ramakrishnan for The Oregonian reports on the clusterfuck Rose City Justice turned into after leading successful mass demonstrations. Then, the good news: Madison Smalstig for The Oregonian profiles Black photographers telling their own community’s stories; and Tess Novotny for OPB News details the successful efforts of the Portland Stripper Strike — to which I give the last word.

Hollis wants club employees to undergo cultural sensitivity training so they can learn to deescalate racially-based incidents, and recognize how implicit biases may lead them to unintentionally harm BIPOC dancers.

“It’s just setting a really great example that if strippers and managers can get together and put proactive policy in place, why can’t a coffee shop, or a yoga studio, or the Portland Police Department?” Hollis said.

The Waste

For the first time since early March, today I left my own neighborhood; the transit trip also was the first for that since early March. With a backpack full of contingencies because my autistic brain hasn’t had to put this many resources into anything in all these months, I went to the second members-only Oregon Zoo day before they reopen to the general public. I am, however, defeated. Not just because the trip took everything I had, and I’ll be in downtime for the next two days because of it, but because almost every last one of the over six hundred photos I took is no better than an, “Eh, well I guess it will have to do.” And I don’t know why. Focus is off; everything is too noisy. And there’s no going back to try again — not with this much preparation and effort required, not with Oregon’s coronavirus patterns. Thing is, I need photos that satisfy me if to go at all requires this much effort of me. I can’t get by just on having gone, since my memories are so deficient. Getting a shot — even coming away with just one fucking shot that nails what I’d wanted from it — is the whole ballgame. And I didn’t. There’s not one shot that sticks the landing. It makes me want to break things. It makes me want to break all the things, because what was the point of going. What was the point of wasting every last thing I had in me for today, and most of what I’ll have in me for the next two days. Photos will be posted, and other people will like some of them, but I hate almost every last bit of them. They aren’t what I was after, and they leave me with nothing commensurate to the effort and expenditure of energy. I’m a fucking waste. did this nifty thing to make a Photos page (or, it still does; I’m just not blogging there anymore) by looping through all your posts with JPGs in them (under the idea that PNGs probably were screenshots, not photos), grabbing the first photo from each post, and making a gallery out of them; each photo linked to its corresponding blog post. Today’s project: explore how to do something similar in WordPress, especially if I somehow can get it to use Jetpack’s tiled gallery format.