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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.

March 16, 2009

March 16 2009 Move It

I have had this set of magnetic poetry for nearly 8 years. I know every word intimately, and the associations I have built has kind of made my poetry mundane. As a result I have decided to revert to the roots of magnetic poetry: Dada. A random conflagration of words and an artist who arranges them without bias. Also, tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day, and people will rearrange the words yet again. I love to keep the poetry, but its essence is that it is transient. So, I photograph it.


No flash, lots of sunlight. Regular focus, dense quality, large size, so you can zoom in and read it.
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