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 10, 2009

January 10 2009 The Recycled Calendar

The year is 1998. The calendars have been printed. The year commences. But wait! It's not 1998 at all! The calendar deceives us! No! It is actually the year 2009, and I have 1998 calendars hanging. I must be absolutely crazy. Or am I...? (Don't answer that. I know I'm a rare breed, hoarding old calendars until the year they're useful again. It's kind of fun, though.)

The stability returns, thanks to about three hours of Tetris. (If you have to ask, you didn't get the memo that Tetris is good for the psyche of the traumatized. Google for yourself.) I learned that the weird shadow is the zoomed lens in the way of the flash. Adjusting for that, the shot came out nicely. A little bokeh here, little macro there, and we have a successful shoot. That's a wrap.

1 comment:

Robert said...

Your crazy.... but oh well!