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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 24, 2009

February 24 2009 A Place to Hang Your Mug

The blacksmith at his forge created hooks, chain ends, and brackets to hang under our drinking vessel collection on the shelf. Today they are up, just in time for Mardi Gras festivities, which revolved around eating everything in sight and marveling at the new forge. The kids did some digging in the dirt, and there was plenty of society. It was a good day.

There was a bit of peeking around angles to get this shot, as the winerack stood in the way of my head, but trust in the concept allowed a little point and click. I like the balance in this shot, of all white wall on the right and the darkness on the left, divided down the center by the bracket in the foreground.

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