Way back when I first began blogging for Abby (and Boo,Ping,Jinx and Gracie) in 2005 I was doing it, in my mind at least, as a way to journal their lives as much as I could. I can see my early efforts were sporadic. I did blog every week, usually several times. It wasn't until later that I wanted to try to do a daily post. But, back then blogging was "new", there were few cat bloggers and it wasn't until a few years later that the CB was founded and it was much easier to find one another and we became a community. Nowadays, blogging is being usurped by 'quicker' social sites, such as Twitter and FB. As much as I enjoy the rapid fire explosion of Twitter, you do have to express yourself in 140 characters. So Twitter is like a sprint to FB being a 5k and Blogging being more of a marathon. It depends on what your endurance level is to what you might enjoy. Or like myself you might find you like them all. But, in the end I will always be one who likes to sit and ponder and tell stories. Every day stories of nothingness , or stories of the heart. This is a great place to express as much or as little as you wish. In the end, blogging was always about Abby for me. In 2005 I began writing a journal about my search for what turned into finding Abby. So she has been the reason for my many words all along. I intend to continue to tell her stories. I took so many photos, and so few of them made it onto the blog while she was alive. There are years worth of documenting her stories and exploring my transformation since her death. I know for some it may seem strange that I continue to put such a heavy emphasis on Abby. But she was my passion, she made me a better writer and especially a better photographer. When I look back now at my early photography I know some of it was not having a good camera, but a lot of it was my own inability to take decent photographs. I got much better as time and Abby taught me. Oh my how she taught me. She was my muse and my inspiration and my model. She indulged me with sticking that camera in her face all the time. She gave me some exquisite images. She expressed her true feelings through our pictures. She let me see her through my camera's eye. Now those pictures will let me continue to tell her story. I don't believe storytelling is dead, do you?
