Well, recently I have been trying to get a photo of a Purple Heron, in order to add at least a vague hint of credibility [or at least reduce the deniability] of my Devon Yearlist.
I have failed repeatedly, but that's hardly a shock. Even seeing one of those reed-lurkers is more Favour of the Goddess than anything else.
Getting photos of birds generally is rarely easy - or possible; for example at a workplace where Camera = The Sack - but it is nice to try, if only to give you something else to look at than my ravings.
Thus my vexation at google, demanding access to my system to upload anything. They don't need it, they're just in a paddy because I have a browser set to 'Feck off and be happy with the money you already make off of me'.
I am putting a few pictures up Over There, but Elon's happy land of Utter Freedom To Do Anything...ANYTHIIIIING! isn't exactly the place to blog.
And my lovely [no really, I've got some good ones] moth pics have gone down like the proverbial base metal dirigible. .
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Which is just... What?!? I mean, how much effort is a Like? One little click. What does it cost you? NOTHING. Less than a calory of effort, and no effect on the algorithm [not that you should care if you annoy mr m] that controls your feed IF you let it...
Argh.
But it's a fee world, so hey. It's not like I do it for Likes. They're just an addictive form of self-validation....
😩
But at least the heat's finally broken.
Bright side, eh?
Be Seeing You...
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