Six Years

So here I am, arriving at my sixth anniversary of The Clarity of Night. That's something like 42 in blog years.

It's about time I had a middle-aged blog to match my middle-aged life.

The truth is, six years of anything on the internet borders on Twilight Zone material. Despite Facebook, and Twitter, and whatever else I'm too backward know about, I endure here, because I still feel that blogs offer more room and flexibility and control that anything else.

I'm not going to wax poetic this year or talk about how I've wrestled with retiring Clarity. I've accepted that these snippets of prose, poetry, and photography allow me to speak in ways that I otherwise can't. If you've been coming here to share them, then I thank you for being out there. If you just come for the contests, that's fine too, because I offer them in an open spirit.

I'll leave you with a little anecdote that seems somehow fitting. You probably know that the katydid is my patron night spirit/ambassador/bug. Each year around this time, I wonder whether I'm going to get an opportunity to photograph a new one for my blog anniversary. Then, around the first week of August, we invariably make one of our trips to the mountains, and low and behold, shy katydids are suddenly lining up to be fashion models. We have them at the campfire, we have them clinging to the cabin, we even have them knocking right at the front door. This fellow was one of those.

I'd like to think they know. ;)

Here's to six years!