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 30, 2009

March 30 2009 Stop Still

Awoke to snow, not the big remarkable piles of snow they're having on the eastern slope of the Rockies; no, just enough snow to make things really interesting. Just enough to highlight the oddity of Colorado spring weather. I parked my car in the sunshine so the snow would melt off during class this morning, leaving a puddle dripping down the driveway, but it was snowing again by the time class ended. I drove around with the snow fluttering into the open windows of my car; it wasn't too cold for that. On the way home I saw daffodils and snow. Cherry blossoms and snow. Motorcycles and snow. T-shirts and snow. Forsythia blossoms and snow. Bicyclists and snow.

I pulled into the bank parking lot, looping back around the block, and left my car running in a parking space. My camera on the mini tripod, zoomed to further down the sidewalk as I lay in the middle of the walkway by the corner of a busy street. I love being odd. It was an odd day.

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