Instagram Essays

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Title

Instagram Essays

Subject

This is a growing archive of Instagram Essays.

Description

The following is an archive of work by writers/photographers who have been experimenting with Instagram as a medium for telling short-from journalistic pieces. Much like so-called flash fiction, the writers are limited to a predefined length -- here set by Instagram's 2200 character limit. The stories represented make profound use of that short space to tell important stories from a variety of locales, including the United States, Norway, Russia, and Kenya.

Creator

Jonathan D. Fitzgerald

Source

Instagram

Date

Initial upload: 12/9/14

Rights

All rights belong to the creator of each item.

Items in the Instagram Essays Collection

Circle of eggs. Spiders? ...

Circle of eggs. Spiders? Earwigs? Who can say? We'll just have to wait.

August in Vermont, lookin...

August in Vermont, looking out on the rain and the cold.

I wanted to buy something...

I wanted to buy something, because I'd been taking pictures and it seemed like fair exchange. Also, I'd begun to suspect Larry wasn't really the sinister figure I'd imagined. In a shop full of chipped fantasy and old plastic glamour I'd mistaken him…

The truth about Larry was...

The truth about Larry was that he'd moved to this dead little town after his Lake George shop, The Wizard's Den, burned down. He wanted to be near his mother. "You'll see her flitting around." I didn't, but her influence on her son was everywhere…

At first I thought Larry ...

At first I thought Larry might be a not-so-secret villain. His store, a real grackle's shop of shiny pop cult marginalia, Franklin Mint collectible, & samurai swords, was called Treasure Center. "Adults Only," read a handwritten sign -- inside. But…

I found this cloth editio...

I found this cloth edition of John Updike's Rabbit Redux on my father's shelf and thought I'd borrow it. Inside, in my father's hand, this. May 7, 1972, the day I was born. "In Awe." And yet it's a mystery. At his son? Or Updike, whom he and my…

"Role of the State / vis-...

"Role of the State / vis-a-vis the individual," reads the note at the top of my father's poetry cabinet. Here he tapes poems clipped from magazines. "Eurydice," by Tim Kendall, "Telephone Ringing in the Labyrinth," by W.S. Merwin, and on the side two…

My father's dining room, ...

My father's dining room, where he writes. #inmyfathershouse

Another find on the road ...

Another find on the road to the nursing home. #abandoned

Abandoned Shell station, ...

Abandoned Shell station, Western Ave, Albany, NY. Across from the Hebrew Cemetery in which my great-great Uncle Bill and Aunt Hattie lie. Bill was a millionaire in the 1950s. Standard Furniture, 15 stores. "But the sons got MBAs, and ran it into the…