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.

June 3, 2009

June 03 2009 How Way Leads On To Way

When we travel we prefer road trips. When we look at the map we see endless routes. We find roads with numbers we have never heard of, like 36 or 191 or MM, or towns of interest like Hannibal or West Lafayette. We ask Google or Garmin, not TomTom, whether there are brew pubs in the vicinity of our routes, and we never eat at chain restaurants.

This is a part of our collection of growlers, refillable half-gallon vessels of in-house brewed beer or soda. The silkscreens tell of places we've been and adventures we've had. We read through it this morning, reminiscing on the food and beer and corresponding city, as we contemplated our summer travels. If we make it back to such-and-such brewery we can bring the one with "such-and-such" printed on it with us and have it refilled for cheaper than a six pack. But we'd rather highlight different roads every time we take off for three weeks, so we hope it is a rare occasion paths cross with a familiar pub.

I did a lot of environmental manipulation to get this photo. My clutter and my camera's decrepit shutter were determined I did not get everything in the photo as I wanted, but I did the best I could.


Anonymous said...

Actually 'Hops' is a chain.

alw_ays said...

Indeed! However, this location brewed their own beer, so the beer was in-house. Plus, they sent us home with a growler.