As I mentioned recently, I have had a flickr account for a couple of years now. I do not get a ton of traffic and actually, that is fine with me. I mean, it is nice to get comments, especially from people I know, or to have people favourite a photo of mine once in a while. But at the time, I started my photoblog more as a way to work through some stuff and there is still always a part of me that feels a bit unconfortable about what I put out on the Web anyway (which is one of the things flickr is useful for, i.e. figuring out how I feel about what I put out there).
It has been a lot of fun at times and not so fun at other times. And it certainly has been a learning experience. I am by no means a great photographer. I am not even a good one. Sometimes, I am happy about a certain photo I took because I think it is pretty or because I think I actually succeeded in conveying whatever it was I was trying to convey. But most of the time, it was just a lucky shot either way (especially considering what a really crappy camera I have; I have dropped that thing so many times I am amazed it still works). But I see it more as a personal visual log and I do not expect other people to find it interesting. So I am often perplexed by what some people find interesting in my photos. Or what could have possessed them to favourite something I posted.
Three days ago, I posted a few photos to flickr. Nothing special, or so I thought. A random picture taken in a post office, one of the black squirrel I have kind of befriended and throw peanuts at every morning and one of a rather ordinary poster I photographed during my last visit to the rehab institute. Of these three, the photo of the rather ordinary poster received an insane amount of traffic and it took me a few days to figure out why.