My Tag: Within the genre of photoblogging there is a popular thing whereby you tag pictures with names so that they can easily be searched by others. This is something that Flickr does really well. You know, life is like that. We tag each other. I am defined by my tags. Most people define someone else by their job tag. We say "So, what is it that you do?" and by that we put a little tag on them so that we can relate to them by what they do.

Every now and then people transcend their tags. I had an elder that I once loved who stocked shelves for a company. It seemed a rather lowly job in my eyes for this man who had more wisdom than most people I know. When discussing it he said "Look, you come home with your laptop, plug in and worry about your business all weekend long. I never do. In fact, I don't worry about it when I am doing it. I wear my headphones and listen to great music. When I am done I go home." Great perspective. He really had it all. I think his house was paid, he had a great and comfortable life style, and he didn't need to ride that wave.

So what are your tags? I have a lot. Here are a few that come to mind:

Dad, husband, friend.
Christian, Republican, Conservative, white.
Photographer, blogger, writer.
Male, middle aged, medium build, greying.
Funny, optimistic, joyful.
Hunter, fisherman, outdoorsman.
Entrepreneur, business owner, tax payer.
Patriot, Far right, constitutionalist.
Artist, writer, poet.
Geek, gadgeteer, pioneer.

Educated. Learning.
Married, faithful, in Love.


How else would you tag me?