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 17, 2009

May 17 2009 Me and My Pillow

I'm still glad enough to be home that my pillow is my favorite location for the day. I was up late with barbecue guests yesterday and up early for a kind of impromptu trip back to the Westwater desert this morning, and when I got home this afternoon I couldn't wait to take a nap in my own bed. It really wasn't that long ago that I got up from that nap and I'm back to my pillow for the night. I don't think I have any reason I can't sleep in tomorrow, and take another nap tomorrow afternoon, and go to bed early tomorrow night. I vaguely remember predicting that after these trips ended and I was back that I was going to sleep for a week. I truly think that is a good plan. Good night.

First try had a weird shadow that I still haven't discovered the source for. Phantoms in my bedroom?

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