365 self portraits. Can I actually do it? Inspired by many others, I decided to give my creativity a kick in the pants with a Daily Photo project. With life happening too fast, quite often I lose the spark that drives me to pick up the camera. Hopefully I can maintain not only this project, but the ability to develop more as a photographer. Ideally, the majority of these will be self-portraits to help me get over my image complex and to document the most important, memorable moments of each day.
My rules:
1. At least part of myself in each shot. Every 24 hours.
2. EXIF data pulls rank. I travel and can't always upload on a timely matter, but the timestamp is as the timestamp does...
3. Try to document the dominant activity/event of the day. This is a journal-type project for me, too.
4. Having help is OK. While I always set up the shot myself, occasionally the location requires having someone else hit the shutter for me.
My current 365 Project gallery is here!
My rules:
1. At least part of myself in each shot. Every 24 hours.
2. EXIF data pulls rank. I travel and can't always upload on a timely matter, but the timestamp is as the timestamp does...
3. Try to document the dominant activity/event of the day. This is a journal-type project for me, too.
4. Having help is OK. While I always set up the shot myself, occasionally the location requires having someone else hit the shutter for me.
My current 365 Project gallery is here!
April 19, 2009
I don't know why but this photo amuses me so much. Our entire group crawled up a steep mountainside in oppressive heat and beating sun to photograph a bunch of teeny little Californian poppies. (I keep typing that "poopies," which isn't helping!) Because the goal here was to take a telephoto and zoom in on one at eye level, I was reminded of a pasture full of placid cows softly chewing the grass and lowing at the wind. Hunched-over, silent-in-concentration photographers buried in the grass and contorting in strange shapes. Hippie yoga, maybe.
Midday sun is draining, but there are much worse places to sit and enjoy the fresh air than on a field full of poppies, high on a mountain where you can just see the ocean in the distance. The sound of the breeze blowing through the treetops is one I've never heard quite like before and one I won't forget.
I don't know why but this photo amuses me so much. Our entire group crawled up a steep mountainside in oppressive heat and beating sun to photograph a bunch of teeny little Californian poppies. (I keep typing that "poopies," which isn't helping!) Because the goal here was to take a telephoto and zoom in on one at eye level, I was reminded of a pasture full of placid cows softly chewing the grass and lowing at the wind. Hunched-over, silent-in-concentration photographers buried in the grass and contorting in strange shapes. Hippie yoga, maybe.
Midday sun is draining, but there are much worse places to sit and enjoy the fresh air than on a field full of poppies, high on a mountain where you can just see the ocean in the distance. The sound of the breeze blowing through the treetops is one I've never heard quite like before and one I won't forget.
April 19, 2009
I don't know why but this photo amuses me so much. Our entire group crawled up a steep mountainside in oppressive heat and beating sun to photograph a bunch of teeny little Californian poppies. (I keep typing that "poopies," which isn't helping!) Because the goal here was to take a telephoto and zoom in on one at eye level, I was reminded of a pasture full of placid cows softly chewing the grass and lowing at the wind. Hunched-over, silent-in-concentration photographers buried in the grass and contorting in strange shapes. Hippie yoga, maybe.
Midday sun is draining, but there are much worse places to sit and enjoy the fresh air than on a field full of poppies, high on a mountain where you can just see the ocean in the distance. The sound of the breeze blowing through the treetops is one I've never heard quite like before and one I won't forget.
I don't know why but this photo amuses me so much. Our entire group crawled up a steep mountainside in oppressive heat and beating sun to photograph a bunch of teeny little Californian poppies. (I keep typing that "poopies," which isn't helping!) Because the goal here was to take a telephoto and zoom in on one at eye level, I was reminded of a pasture full of placid cows softly chewing the grass and lowing at the wind. Hunched-over, silent-in-concentration photographers buried in the grass and contorting in strange shapes. Hippie yoga, maybe.
Midday sun is draining, but there are much worse places to sit and enjoy the fresh air than on a field full of poppies, high on a mountain where you can just see the ocean in the distance. The sound of the breeze blowing through the treetops is one I've never heard quite like before and one I won't forget.
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