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 29, 2009

May 29 2009 Me and My Apathy

It has happened a lot more in the previous months, but today, I did nothing worth recording, or at least, nothing I care about having not recorded, except a sleeping Batman that I predicted I could sit over with my big muscles and appear to have taken out Batman with one fell swoop... the sleeping boy I took a picture of. Instead I am ready for bed with no photo-a-day and watched my hands play with my hair clip.

I put the camera on the 10 second timer and set it on my chest and let it take a picture of what I was mindlessly watching anyway.

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