I hate changes. They throw me off my feed. This weekend was the worst; my blogging life was totally threatened. My Blogger Custom Domain was sold out from under me after it had been paid for through this year, all my Picasa albums were opened up to the world even though I had them marked "do not share." Then when I removed photographs I did not want the world to see,photographs disappeared from published posts, my list of blogs that I follow isn't on the page at all--all because Blogger/Google has been redesigning itself to be just like Face Book. My sons said, "What do you expect mom? Going on Facebook, Twittering, IGoogling and all those social networks let's everyone in on your life and they screw it up." I knew that. What I didn't know was that photographs I had deleted in my computer were still available to the world when I never posted them anywhere. I'm feeling a bit violated--and a lot perplexed. Not a wonk, I don't know where to begin to resolve the situation. I don't think I can. I no longer care.
The whole ordeal left me wanting to just throw some paint around for therapy. I chose to paint the destruction in Hom, Syria inspired by William Daniel's moving photographs in Time Magazine,VOL. 179, No. 11, 2012. There was a man hurrying along in the photograph. I left him out. The street didn't look like a place anybody would want to be. Follow the link, I think you'll agree.