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 23, 2009

February 23 2009 A Kneaded Bake

After a night of poor--very, very poor-- sleep, I hopped up bright and early to trot around town for groceries to help my son make the King Cake he earned by finding the baby last year. I read the instructions, and what the hey, it's not Cake at all, but Bread. Okay, I don't cook, and I sure as heck don't make bread. Apparently, today, though, I do. Though not after nearly losing my mind as a 4 year old proceeded to make a mess out of everything. Oh yeah, that's what they do. We'll ice the thing tomorrow, but finally, the bread is baked and I am no worse for the wear.

Look, I messed around with this cake-bread-thing all day, and then cleaned my house. I am in no mood for photography. Take the picture and be happy with it. Some days, I guess, are like this.

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