Sarah Boxer reports on the photo blogs — also known as fotologs — in this morning’s New York Times.
On the Internet, I clicked my way through site after site: here was an old picture of a someone’s friend’s grandmother as a young woman on the beach. There was a little white dog with a chew toy in its mouth. Here was a picture of a young woman at a baby shower with ribbons and bows on her head. And there was a picture of the curtains in a hotel room where one blogger was staying.
After a while all this intimacy got a little alienating. I needed some fresh air, air that hadn’t been photographed and posted. I clicked my mouse three times and recited: there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.