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 14, 2009

February 14 2009 A Wake Up Call

Going to bed late leads to waking late, if you don't have a weird random bonking banging. Okay kids, cut it out. Now knocking? Kids! The door? The kids checked under the curtain and started hopping. Presents? Okay, there's a big basket of Halloween-style treats. Open the card, it says "Surprise!" Sure enough, it was. Who is he? I lived next door to him in my early college years, in a rental house. A hole in his head and loss of utility of his left limbs from a nigh-on-fatal motorcycling accident in his early years, played hard and fast, I met him 10 years into his recovery. Every time I see him he is better, smarter, faster, and most importantly, happier. How humanity can appreciate humanity: this is what he teaches me. This is St. Valentine's legacy.

I took this one about a foot away. I had gorgeous sunshine lighting system. I put it on macro, else the words wouldn't be clear. The shot with the flash was cool, with dark edges and shadows, but the same darned glare front and center... oh well. I'll play with shadows a different day.

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