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.

February 9, 2009

February 09 2009 A Mark Downtown

I happen to love my downtown like no one loves their town's downtown. I also happen to love graffiti on the back of downtown. I also happen to live downtown. And I also happen to have a whole book of designs of what I would graffiti on my own downtown. Though I don't. Anyway, I can't pass a wall decorated without inspection and introspection.

My camera still doesn't have batteries; the rechargables are still incognito somewhere. And since the hundred-dollar incident I had to pay for today or go to court for tomorrow, I carry his cell which has a camera when I have the kids for extended trips. This is a cell-phone photo. Not much zoom capacity. A photo none-the-less.

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