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.

May 1, 2009

May 1 2009 Me and My Banquet Hall

Unable to complete the week of study, I helped the chefs prepare for the banquet for the last night. I chopped veggies, and my finger, re-arranged the dining hall, set out places and place settings, and counted and recounted. The banquet hours later was nothing short of a party, two incredible bottles of odd liquors went around the table several times: one from China and one from our tai-chi family in Brazil. Food was stuffed, and after eating, of course, so were we. Then began the toasts. 

I took several shots trying to get a good combination of subtly and balance between the hall and my reflection.

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