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 10, 2009

April 10 2009 Stringing Beads

The string my son threaded is MIA right now, I took a good look for it, but he's asleep and I'm out of ideas of where he could have put it. I'm pleased with the symmetry skills my daughter has developed in these two strands, interrupted only by an extra bead my son wanted added on to the one she gifted him.

I chose to stand on a chair to get far enough away from the subject for flash tolerability. Standing away raised the perspective on the lip of the lid and blocked some of the contents.

This is post one-hundred, for anyone interested in the milestone.


Anonymous said...

Milestone noted! (Is that my last one?)
thanks for sharing, I love you.

Heather In Progress said...

You can definitely have that bookcase if you want to come pick it up! Just to let you know, it's spray-painted black with gold (non-metallic) and red shelves. Since we were dumb and didn't prime it first, some of the paint has scraped off so you can see the white underneath. But if that doesn't bother you, or if you want to re-paint it, be my guest!