I just read a blog post from an author who had been sued for using a photo. She thought she’d offered enough disclaimer and credit and the photographer asked her to remove it, but even once it was removed still moved forward with legal action.
So, then, I guess, the person’s really not making money from taking pictures, per se.
I’ve borrowed some photos recently. It took a lot for me to really start doing that. But having fallen in with the “switch me over” company that I did, I have this plain vanilla blog. I need color, movement and texture. Especially while I am learning to bring my point home in under 1000 words.
The box my camera came in claims 7mp. I’m telling you…4. There are preschoolers carrying around devices that offer more resolution and control. I have tried everything to fit a smartphone for the grown ups into the budget category, and I can’t.
Plus. The background of my photos is urban decay, one-eyed dogs, and a renovated-but-not-restored-too-small-if-I-want-it-clean-I-can-by-God-clean-it-myself house. I am taking a lot of pictures. But like the mirror. I don’t want anyone to see me like I see myself right now.
So… The borrowed photos are coming down.
The author went on to say that Pinterest is another source of legal exposure. If you pin something, you claim permission to use it and if the originator takes a mind, they can sue you. This isn’t the first time I’ve come across this. The first time I avoided Pinterest entirely for several months. I just got back on in June. Now, fun and helpful as it is, I just might delete my account.
SOPA…called me a pirate. On my birthday.
I took the first recommendation I got on companies who’ll switch you from blogger to wp. WITH A DESIGN. I trusted the person making the recommendation because he spoke at [conference] and I liked what he had to say.
They switched me over… When I asked questions, the agent treated me like I was being difficult.
Look at that design, will ya?
I’ve managed to get to a place where the difficulty of wp doesn’t lodge in my throat the minute I log in, and I’ve found a stat tracker that is more realistic. I can’t make it stop counting my clicks. If I try to subtract myself, I find that I have a fistful of people in China. Carrie. Jennifer. Jessica, from time to time. And if I work SITS like a pole on a stage, two or three other click-throughs per day. Mickey once told me he’d heard everything in a particular post before. So. He reads sometimes. We don’t discuss it.
Now, I find that an innocent blogger in pursuit of all due diligence can be sued and lose, anyway.
And even though Pinterest has an element of free advertising, someone very definitely might sue me, anyway.
And to top it all off, I just can’t write. I have been trying for the last several weeks to just get it moving. I hate what I read.
What I am free to say amounts to so little. What my heart screams isn’t bloggable.
I once referred to a story. It lived in my mind and asked everyday to be written.
It, too, has gone.
This was to be the day that I got organized and made a plan for the growth of the blog.
And the first thing this morning, I received another warning that I am exposed to risk.
And blogging is for someone else.
And now, everyone is asking my why I’m crying.
I’ll tell you why.
Because sometimes we cry when we’re angry.