I am here! I am here! I am here! … and, I am here!

Just like those Whos down in Whoville, there is a constant cry for validation happening on our planet but where is Horton to reassure them that, “a person is a person, no matter how small”?


Everywhere, all the time, you see tourists with their phones and selfie sticks out taking pictures of themselves. What happened to traveling for the fun of taking pictures of new places and people?

We were at the Russian Museum looking at incredible art and happened to look over at a young woman who posed in front of every piece of art just long enough to take a picture of herself.  Then there are the people who go to a country full of exciting and eminently photogenic views who choose to take selfies in line-ups or in front of a fast food stand.

What is going on? Are people so insecure about their place in human history that they have to leave the biggest digital record of themselves as they possibly can? I overheard one of our table mates in Salzburg say, “okay, but this is the last one,” to his new wife as she primped before her phone.

Watching some of the struggles in Venetian crowds, it’s just a matter of time before someone gets hurt in a selfie-stick duel. During our failed art day in Munich, we decided to try taking some selfies with our camera for experimental reasons.

Here’s the technically difficult side view:


memorable photo with plastic lion’s paw:


we call this “nipple and cane”:


at the coffee stop with mountain diorama:


at the bus stop (I’m the one on the right):


Japanisme (in Salzburg):


(almost) together at last:


I don’t think we’ll be taking any others.

About evanilssonwrites

I'm a part time writer who has finally found time to indulge in more word play. Part of the experiment is to try blogging and attempt to make a niche in the virtual library for my own contribution.
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1 Response to I am here! I am here! I am here! … and, I am here!

  1. Laurie says:

    We’re speechless with laughter.


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