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 25, 2009

June 25 2009 Had Taken His Station, or, Tools of Their Tools

My life has been burrowed into one deep labyrinth of a goal. I am here to enable someone else, anyone else. They (the elusive they) say life is a journey with a path and a purpose and that we all fill some role, but mine is to help others reach their goals. I am nothing independent of other people; my path is nothing without someone to walk beside. I find that I am nothing but a sum of my accomplishments, which can only be measured against the success or failure of those I work with. And I am satisfied with this. This is what I do, this is how I work. I derive the most satisfaction knowing that if I don't make it through another day, another night, that I will have made a difference and I have already met my life's goal, and all that's left between now and the end of that day I don't make it through is to keep up my work. I will always be needed, and I will always find that one who needs me. I say my gift is that I can teach anyone how to learn anything. I am not a leader, nor a follower. I am a pathfinder. I know the way.

Teaching fractions and geometry to someone with no positive relationship with mathematics of any sort seemed overwhelming. I chose drafting. It should do nicely. But first, the concept of scale, and using equipment to gather information.

Macro - flash. I was right on my subject, and the camera was on the table. I couldn't get the lens any closer to my focal point. I know, I tried.

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