Blogging without a Net

This spaghetti might not stick to the proverbial wall, but I’m slinging it anyway. And I’m telling anybody that’ll listen.

Old dog: new tricks?

So often at Fragments, the image has been the story; the memory; the point of the couple of paragraphs that were the usual word-limit of a post reader’s dwell time. “Images in Words and Pixels” has been my blog sub-title since 2002.

And this makes my AHA from less than an hour ago the more shocking. Perhaps you should sit down.

The Options:

I propose that, going forward whilst hoping to sustain some wee readership at both Fragments (here) and at Substack I can use them differently. And here is what I imagine:

Substack posts will be more intentional and planned and may contain multiple images per post. Those bits will be more natural history, cosmology, and ecology-driven. This is a “newsletter” that I PUSH into subscribers’ mailboxes. I don’t like PUSH. But I’d be happy to have you subscribe there, as content will often be stand-alone and not referenced from Fragments.

Fragments will mostly be for more spontaneous journaling from top of mind (but with heart) and will only occasionally contain images. Getting optimized “featured photo” images into a WordPress blog still is just too high friction for spontaneity.

I like the blog relationship with readers in that no reader is forced to delete a post shoved into their mailbox. They (you?) only come to Fragments if they are DRAWN to visit. They come to look over my shoulder as I write, think, and tell tall tales and speculate, wonder and wander all over the map.

This change of use would allow me the lowest possible resistance so that a post might be only a single paragraph added to my Commonplace Book that is held by this blog.

I need less production here, more product. This writing space is for my purposes and benefit, as always; but I’m glad you got my back.

Future posts to the blog here may still contain an image or two from time to time, but I think they will not DRIVE the content as they have in the past. We’ll see.

Man. Look at me doing this without a net. Wil E Coyote style.

Ya see. I couldn’t resist finding a picture. I can change. Said the man.
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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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