Following the third year of a holiday letter comprised
of my (increasingly complex) life via a (increasingly complex) year-in-photographs, I
wondered what it would be like to join the great experiment of 365 days of photographs.
I'm not a photographer,
I'm a writer. I'm a visual thinker, and if ever there was proof that a photo is worth a
thousand words, it would be the story a photo tells me, or in this case, about me.
Follow me on this adventure, where I
learn about photography, my ability to record my life, my dedication to something (I've
never been known for doing anything everyday) in my posts. I've also discovered I'm
learning about time, the history of it, and the odd practice of recording it, measuring it,
turning it into something tangible, and I'll record these explorations in the sidebar.
As always, feel free
to say anything. My experiment is not a spectator sport.

January 6, 2009

January 06 2009 The Wreck

I am one now, the result of having caused one. Being that the vehicle didn't have a bumper cover, the bags deployed prematurely. How many people in an airbag-deployed wreck have ever actually watched the airbags deploy? Count me in. The dust was unbearably stuffy. Anyway, I walked away with a jammed finger and a 92 dollar fine. Congratulations, you get to witness my first wreck ever.

The photo was taken by someone with shaky hands and a bruised trigger finger. Yay for dusk shots. I don't remember why I turned the flash off. The force of the airbags blew out my passenger side window, so there isn't any reflection.

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