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.

March 1, 2009

March 01 2009 Top This

Final touches to the house clean up are occurring. During the Mardi Gras I mentioned to our guests that everything in our house is hands-on. The bells were played, the guitars came down, the globe, the pin-head, the magnetic poetry, the books, the piano, the kalediscopes--all touched. I actually had more games and toys for adults, like Slinky and marbles and tops, but they were packed away. Yes, yes, these are adult toys. Have you ever given a Slinky to a child? Right, headache for the parent. Today I sorted my toys.

Macro no flash,nothing special. Camera too close for flash, again, but step-back-and-zoom doesn't quite work for macro.

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