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 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.
May 30, 2008
Friday night. I had a date tonight: with my girls, to see the new movie Sex and the City. I am not very girly in general so admitting this is hard. But it was fun, a very different kind of fun than the solitary, male-based company I'm used to.
It was a late showing and driving home in 70 degree weather with the windows down, listening to De Phazz "No Jive" at full volume with city lights whizzing by made me morose. The movie was largely fluff, yes, but the writers always make me think about people, friendships, trust, and relationships of all types, between everyone we know, find and touch. To what (and whom) do we crawl in our lives? And why? How we answer those questions weighs so heavily on our choices. I thought I had these questions answered so many times but I am always proved wrong when I ask myself again.
I had every intent to take a happy, crazy photo of the four of us this evening but we just didn't have the time or the light. When I got home I was in a completely different mood. And how I wish I could once more walk the quiet streets of Charles Village at midnight with a smoke....
Friday night. I had a date tonight: with my girls, to see the new movie Sex and the City. I am not very girly in general so admitting this is hard. But it was fun, a very different kind of fun than the solitary, male-based company I'm used to.
It was a late showing and driving home in 70 degree weather with the windows down, listening to De Phazz "No Jive" at full volume with city lights whizzing by made me morose. The movie was largely fluff, yes, but the writers always make me think about people, friendships, trust, and relationships of all types, between everyone we know, find and touch. To what (and whom) do we crawl in our lives? And why? How we answer those questions weighs so heavily on our choices. I thought I had these questions answered so many times but I am always proved wrong when I ask myself again.
I had every intent to take a happy, crazy photo of the four of us this evening but we just didn't have the time or the light. When I got home I was in a completely different mood. And how I wish I could once more walk the quiet streets of Charles Village at midnight with a smoke....
May 30, 2008
Friday night. I had a date tonight: with my girls, to see the new movie Sex and the City. I am not very girly in general so admitting this is hard. But it was fun, a very different kind of fun than the solitary, male-based company I'm used to.
It was a late showing and driving home in 70 degree weather with the windows down, listening to De Phazz "No Jive" at full volume with city lights whizzing by made me morose. The movie was largely fluff, yes, but the writers always make me think about people, friendships, trust, and relationships of all types, between everyone we know, find and touch. To what (and whom) do we crawl in our lives? And why? How we answer those questions weighs so heavily on our choices. I thought I had these questions answered so many times but I am always proved wrong when I ask myself again.
I had every intent to take a happy, crazy photo of the four of us this evening but we just didn't have the time or the light. When I got home I was in a completely different mood. And how I wish I could once more walk the quiet streets of Charles Village at midnight with a smoke....
Friday night. I had a date tonight: with my girls, to see the new movie Sex and the City. I am not very girly in general so admitting this is hard. But it was fun, a very different kind of fun than the solitary, male-based company I'm used to.
It was a late showing and driving home in 70 degree weather with the windows down, listening to De Phazz "No Jive" at full volume with city lights whizzing by made me morose. The movie was largely fluff, yes, but the writers always make me think about people, friendships, trust, and relationships of all types, between everyone we know, find and touch. To what (and whom) do we crawl in our lives? And why? How we answer those questions weighs so heavily on our choices. I thought I had these questions answered so many times but I am always proved wrong when I ask myself again.
I had every intent to take a happy, crazy photo of the four of us this evening but we just didn't have the time or the light. When I got home I was in a completely different mood. And how I wish I could once more walk the quiet streets of Charles Village at midnight with a smoke....
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