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 23, 2009

May 23 2009 Me and My Undercarriage

Put the new creature on the lift today and inspected under the hood in the shop. It is quite a beast, with little bits here and there to be repaired or replaced. The lift itself however tugged at every logical string I have in my mind. These two blue posts I could wrap my arms around with long yellow arms lifted my car via hydrolics and steel cables up so high I could stand underneath. Two tons suspended above ones' head is more suspension of disbelief than I could muster. I stood underneath though, looked at the underbelly of the car, then let the boys work their magic. I kept the kids from going underneath,though, and though the warning label for the "unauthorized persons" included a little skirt-shaped human and children I tried not to be offended, because what woman mechanic would wear a skirt under a car?

Cell Phone photo taken from below me of what is above me.

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