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 3, 2009

May 3 2009 Me and My Rat's Nest

Impending seperation triggered some seperation anxiety between me and my husband back in February and March, and when I suggested I would get my hair cut before the April Tai Chi camp he flipped his lid about the camp demanding too much from us. When I told my tai chi instructor, he went to the kitchen and came back with two chopsticks and said, "Here, wear these." Apparently he didn't want me to cut my hair off, either. So here I am after the April camp, and exactly what I expected to be true is: I am going to have to spend upwards of two hours combing through the mess my hair has become, and that's after I wash it a few more times to actually get the desert dirt out. Cut or not cut, this is my mess and I have to dedicate a portion of my life so that this mop may stay. I'm not sure if I regret not cutting it yet, because I'm going to bed and will actually tackle the issue tomorrow. Or even later.

I used the double-mirror method to get this shot, and it took several tries to get the right combination of flash and composition. I watched the display in the second mirror and aimed at the first one. It was a pretty fascinating experiment.

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