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.

April 2, 2009

April 02 2009 Discovering Odd Things

We bought our house nearly two years ago. The inspector took a look in our attic, some normal reviews. We finally tore out the bad closet solution and had practical access to the attic, so we went up and look, and wouldn't you know, we have a mobster house. There is a full two feet of dropped ceiling all across the original portion of the house. Seriously, someone went to the trouble of making a fake ceiling. We never knew. Now I'm really psyched about the concept design I had for making the living area seem larger, with exposed rafters and lofted ceiling, kind of like a chapel. Anyway, notice the old-fashioned wall paper.

This photo was taken by the homeowner-photographer-husband with my camera. Whatever setting it was on.

1 comment:

Kerry said...

That is crazy as hell. Wonder if there are millions stashed up there somewhere?!? Have fun ripping it out!