A writer must write.A singer must sing. A painter must paint. A photographer must photograph. A designer must design. A healer must heal. An accountant must account. A farmer must farm. A gardener must garden. A coder must code. A liar must lie. A builder must build. A teacher must teach. A specialist must specialize. Agenda must agend. An artist must art. A generalist must try all these and more.
One of those “whitë man” hobbies I might take up is bird-watching. I’ll get a pair of binoculars, a nice camera, a tripod, a green comouflage cowboy hat with those side straps which go under the chin, matching vest/tee and shorts fatigues complete with hiking boots. Most importantly I’ll have an A3 size sketch book. I’ll have spots starting from my village, and within reasonable driving distance and accessibility from my home.
At that time I’ll have retired from public capitalism and be attracted to loner activities like spying on birds. 65 year old me would clean the lenses on my glasses, and then the lenses on binoculars, and finally the lenses on the camera. Oh I’ll have 2 cameras, so the second one will all along be recording me. Because I’ll have a YouTube channel “The Aging Birdwatcher” for me and my 67 subscribers, never mind by then YouTube might be the Yahoo! of now.
After the lenses are so clean I can see a beautiful afternoon ahead I’ll spread seeds around for the birds. Then I’ll wait, cameras rolling, timer showing. Oh, a couple of doves fly in. Snap snap! I capture them; walking around, pecking, the moment of take off…
I’ll try to sketch the trees, landscape, the birds. I’ll try to sketch the birds in various positions but since I’m a poor sketcher I’ll abandon those efforts to take pics. Later, when I go home I’ll draw the best pictures to the best of my efforts. I’ll birdwatch everyday 2 hours. My phone will be off, absolutely not connected to the world.
And I’ll be happy with my loner old man hobby. Bird-watching
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