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 4, 2009

June 04 2009 The Weakness and Wickedness of Luxury

There are few things higher on the list of things I would not like to wake up to in the morning than having to look for something. Unfortunately my house is not conducive to a peaceful mind, and compounded with something misplaced, it has the ability to rip my mind to shreds. We tend to lose things even on nice, organized days, things like sunglasses, keys, hair clips, wallets, phones, even the glasses we need for functioning. Clutter just makes the search a mood killer.

I chose to sleep in, something I don't get to do often but that my lifestyle affords in the middle of a week. The clock for my morning photo was ticking. I have no batteries in my disabled camera, have been returned my working camera, and cannot locate a charger, and have run through all the weaker batteries in the house. Two perfectly useful cameras, two sets of perfectly not-useful batteries. To top it off, after I gave up, the batteries in my trackball finally gave up the ghost, and I didn't go buy more batteries so I'll be facing the same story tomorrow.

With a cell phone I can always just snap a gritty photo and mail it to this post. Interestingly, it's as good as the older camera as far as quality goes.

1 comment:

Heather In Progress said...

What DID we do in the days before camera phones? :P