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 15, 2009

February 15 2009 A Forge for Jealousy

It is heavy. It is amazing. It gets hot. It melts stuff. It is power. A forge. From whence all good things are made, what separates man from his civilization predecessor. Melt and mold metal. Create. Hephaestus. Wealth. Industry. Fortune. History and future. Working out in the garage, making room for the new forge, I wore myself weak and wielded new respect for the artist and the twists and turns he makes from small things to strong to bend. This, the new tongs, used by several sets of hands before his, will help him create something amazing, out of nearly nothing.

It is the right distance,the right zoom, and even though I was tired I didn't shake too much.

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