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 3, 2009

September 3 2009 And then there were peaches

The sun rose and waved at the earth in shades of yellow and shades of grey
The sun rose and colored the earth in skies of tarnished gold
The sun rose and warmed the earth with shadows and yellow spots
The sun rose and baked the earth and dried the tongue
The sun rose and teased the skin that walked below with dark stings and sharp reflections

and there were peaches and the peaches were unwanted except by me so I took them

and the sun set the rest of the day

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