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 6, 2009

May 6 2009 Me and My Packing

I am reduced to one backpack, a box including a sleeping bag and clothing, and a box of all that stuff I kept meaning to send to my sister and haven't yet. Tomorrow I will send the box with the sleeping bag and clothing to his house and the stuff for my sister to her house, and on Friday I will ship myself to her house and will end up at his house, where is where I will need that box of stuff. I know, I could have said it simpler, but if you were as doggled as me the baffle would make much more sense.

I squished myself inside the triangle of stuff and held the camera above my head. Me, surrounded by everything I will need for one full week, plus a bit. Blindly aiming, I just kept taking pictures until the composition seemed right.

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