Ah
Instagram, the double-edged sword. I am quite fond of, and active on, this
social media site because my desire to constantly update it helps me to keep an
eye open in my daily life for little things that are beautiful and enchanted.
Instagram is a catalyst to get me moving, get me creating, get me out into
nature. But a lot of people talk about the other edge of the sword of
Instagram: how it can pull you into an obsessive self-doubt, comparing yourself
to more popular Instagram personalities who constantly post stunning images and
garner thousands of likes on their images. How it can make you doubt your life,
worry that your experiences aren’t “special” enough, your face isn’t pretty
enough to gain more followers.
However,
that’s not the particular second-edge of the sword that I’ve been pondering
lately. I’ve been thinking instead about what it’s like to have an experience
in nature and also try to document it for social media.
The
sorts of profiles I love on Instagram show a beautiful combination of lush and
unique nature and architecture, but also include photos of the individual,
usually a woman, interacting with what she experiences. Shots of a redhead in a
beautiful medieval gown or a charmingly whimsical Mori girl ensemble walking
along the path ahead of the camera, trees arching overhead to either direction;
a graceful hand reaching out to grasp the knob of a heavy wood door with iron
hinges, the start of a story. A woman’s face, pressed against the moss of a
forest floor, inviting us to imagine the green softness under our own cheek.
Instagram photos are most successful to me when they combine magical locations
and items with the feeling of being there, of imagining ourselves, for a
moment, in this amazing life they’ve shared. The more sensory the image the
better.
But at
what cost?
Let me
give you an example. The park I went to two days ago for my wanderings is my
favorite. It’s located about ten minutes from my house, down a winding and
hilly rural road. There’s just one small tiny sign along the road that declares
“park entrance,” and a metal gate that’s locked after dark. I’ve spoken to
people who live on this very road and have no idea the park is even there.
Wander down a meadow pathway, and you come to a forest with a path that veers in
two directions. You can choose to walk the circular forest path deosil
(clockwise) and take the left path, or wander it widdershins (counterclockwise)
and take the right path. I always, every single time, go widdershins. But this
time I felt like trying something new, so I walked deosil down the left path.
Familiar landmarks were at once
unfamiliar, coming at them from a different direction. I walked through the
part of the trail that feels the most sacred to me, an area where I always feel something (faeries, I
suspect) watching me as I walk by, where old and twisted hawthorn trees with no
leaves stand guard in a circle around the pathway. But on this day, I decided
to rest my phone with its tripod in one of the twisted and beautiful hawthorns
and take a short video for Instagram of me wandering the woods off the path. As I started the video, I
heard many crows calling a warning loudly nearby, and I definitely sensed a
presence quietly observing my actions. The tripod was sturdy, but it tipped
over as I tried to take a video twice. The third time I was successful, but I
felt there was a lack of respect or awe about what I had done. It didn’t feel
right.
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| One of the Hawthorn trees in my park. Note the dusting of snow and quiet skies. |
I
took my phone out of the tree, and returned to the path to head back to my car.
As soon as I walked out of the circle of hawthorn trees, the snow started
falling thick around me. By the time I had walked to the part of the path with
taller thinner trees, it was coming down in a squall of giant white flakes, and
the entire world around me was white. I got the message. I deleted the video. I
apologized. And I received a reminder that magic is real, and can conjure up a
sudden snow storm when disrespected.
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| A few moments later. |
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| A nervous smile for the camera as the snow fell |
This experience was humbling, and it also got me thinking about how sometimes the process of trying to get that perfect shot of yourself interacting with nature can cause you to actually disrespect nature. Of course there are extreme examples of this, like people acting irreverent or damaging sacred sites. But I also am thinking of smaller moments and experiences. For instance, one of my favorite subjects in Instagram photos: a lovely female hand suspended above a bed of moss or the forest floor, holding a plucked mushroom cradled in her palm. I love mushrooms and their iconography in whimsy and fairy lore. I love the presence of a human in my photos. These photos have always delighted me when they come across my feed. But it wasn’t until I tried to recreate this photo with a gorgeous specimen in my back yard that I realized…you have to pull the mushroom from the ground to take this photo. And then what? If you aren’t actually familiar with mycology and picking the mushrooms to eat or use, you just cut off its life cycle for the purpose of that perfect Instagram photo. I felt terrible. I tried to tuck it back in the ground, but of course it shriveled up the next morning.
I thought about that mushroom photo as I walked around another forest yesterday. I had brought one of my favorite pieces of labradorite to Blackhand Gorge, a beautiful nature preserve near my house, as an apology for my behavior the previous day. I left the stone tucked behind a bed of moss near a fallen tree, and as an extra apology, sang an old nature ballad into a hole in the ground near the edge of a cliff. I took a few photos, and a video, but I spent most of my time on the trail that day with my phone tucked deeply into a pocket, just watching, observing. Two deer darted away from my quiet steps, their white tails bobbing back and forth through the latticework of trees. The crows called out overhead. And I was fully present. Because what good is a record of your life, on Instagram or elsewhere, if you only live it to document it? Even though there’s nothing wrong with taking out your phone to capture magical beauty in nature, it’s also ok sometimes to just sit with it, feel it, and experience it. A balance is necessary. Otherwise all you’re left with is a curated feed simulating reality, instead of an actual life. And eventually, magic will simply pass you by.
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| A moss being I encountered on my second day of walking the woods |
