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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.

September 17, 2009

September 17 2009 nothing to say


what then
do I do with the moments I have left in a minute where I've used more than half being unhappy or displeased or angry
where I finish crying and there's this moment where there is not what made me over-react nor is there anything that makes me act rational, just this in-between non-experiential moment
what do I do with those
as I sit and realize that I'm done with what I had been doing but moving on doesn't give the former the credence it deserved

I chant a bit of mantra where I say
"I love you
and I love that you are strong-willed
despite what I just said
and I love that you are strong-willed enough
to put up with me"

though all that comes out is
"I love you"

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