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.

July 29, 2009

July 29 2009 Some days, I am a square

You know, L 7, following the rules, traditional, part of the machine, earning an honest living.

Me. A peg, a cog.

The contrast hits me hard today as I leave the beauty and time-free world of the open desert in a schedule tight to get back home to go to work, to deposit money to pay the bills, to buy the food to make the dinner.

Chunk chunk churn churn take the job make the money earn earn burn burn.
Do it again.

I drove down the road away from freedom, the ability to run around with no pants and water all the new trees and sit in a hot tub all day and take all morning to eat breakfast and drink coffee.

Some days, I think I'm crazy.

Workbags! Auto+Macro+Zoom+Flash. Yeah, put it all in and shake it up. Photo.

Tomorrow's word: entitlement

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