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.
June 19, 2008
This image didn't quite turn out as I had planned, but I only took one frame due to being in a hurry. Funny, considering that I was trying to convey peace. The weather this morning was... absolutely perfect. 56 degrees and cloudless blue skies.
Now that I'm home I find that I don't mind getting early starts (5:30 AM today) because the morning is, IMO, the best part of the day. I think night is beautiful but there is a quality to the air after sunrise that cannot be beat.
I had a great ride this morning and when I got back it still wasn't even 8:00. When I came in through the yard I just stopped for a moment to look at the dappled sunlight through the tall evergreens as it splashed onto the grass. Growing up I never had real trees because my parents disliked the mess of autumn leaves. Understandable, but the thing I love most about my neighborhood is how old it is: tall trees, iron fences, slate rooftops, deep-rooted gardens...
(I'm not much of a green thumb myself so what plants I'm starting to grow are still in process. The mess on the left will be cleaned up this weekend when I have some extra hands to help)
Three years ago during a particularly sad July I was moping indoors. Trav called me out into the night and turned my shoulders to that big pine tree. "Christmas in July," he said. And it was. Hundreds of flickering fireflies were twinkling through the branches, up and up and up to the moon. We stood there in the grass, smiling and silent and just watched the show.
This image didn't quite turn out as I had planned, but I only took one frame due to being in a hurry. Funny, considering that I was trying to convey peace. The weather this morning was... absolutely perfect. 56 degrees and cloudless blue skies.
Now that I'm home I find that I don't mind getting early starts (5:30 AM today) because the morning is, IMO, the best part of the day. I think night is beautiful but there is a quality to the air after sunrise that cannot be beat.
I had a great ride this morning and when I got back it still wasn't even 8:00. When I came in through the yard I just stopped for a moment to look at the dappled sunlight through the tall evergreens as it splashed onto the grass. Growing up I never had real trees because my parents disliked the mess of autumn leaves. Understandable, but the thing I love most about my neighborhood is how old it is: tall trees, iron fences, slate rooftops, deep-rooted gardens...
(I'm not much of a green thumb myself so what plants I'm starting to grow are still in process. The mess on the left will be cleaned up this weekend when I have some extra hands to help)
Three years ago during a particularly sad July I was moping indoors. Trav called me out into the night and turned my shoulders to that big pine tree. "Christmas in July," he said. And it was. Hundreds of flickering fireflies were twinkling through the branches, up and up and up to the moon. We stood there in the grass, smiling and silent and just watched the show.
June 19, 2008
This image didn't quite turn out as I had planned, but I only took one frame due to being in a hurry. Funny, considering that I was trying to convey peace. The weather this morning was... absolutely perfect. 56 degrees and cloudless blue skies.
Now that I'm home I find that I don't mind getting early starts (5:30 AM today) because the morning is, IMO, the best part of the day. I think night is beautiful but there is a quality to the air after sunrise that cannot be beat.
I had a great ride this morning and when I got back it still wasn't even 8:00. When I came in through the yard I just stopped for a moment to look at the dappled sunlight through the tall evergreens as it splashed onto the grass. Growing up I never had real trees because my parents disliked the mess of autumn leaves. Understandable, but the thing I love most about my neighborhood is how old it is: tall trees, iron fences, slate rooftops, deep-rooted gardens...
(I'm not much of a green thumb myself so what plants I'm starting to grow are still in process. The mess on the left will be cleaned up this weekend when I have some extra hands to help)
Three years ago during a particularly sad July I was moping indoors. Trav called me out into the night and turned my shoulders to that big pine tree. "Christmas in July," he said. And it was. Hundreds of flickering fireflies were twinkling through the branches, up and up and up to the moon. We stood there in the grass, smiling and silent and just watched the show.
This image didn't quite turn out as I had planned, but I only took one frame due to being in a hurry. Funny, considering that I was trying to convey peace. The weather this morning was... absolutely perfect. 56 degrees and cloudless blue skies.
Now that I'm home I find that I don't mind getting early starts (5:30 AM today) because the morning is, IMO, the best part of the day. I think night is beautiful but there is a quality to the air after sunrise that cannot be beat.
I had a great ride this morning and when I got back it still wasn't even 8:00. When I came in through the yard I just stopped for a moment to look at the dappled sunlight through the tall evergreens as it splashed onto the grass. Growing up I never had real trees because my parents disliked the mess of autumn leaves. Understandable, but the thing I love most about my neighborhood is how old it is: tall trees, iron fences, slate rooftops, deep-rooted gardens...
(I'm not much of a green thumb myself so what plants I'm starting to grow are still in process. The mess on the left will be cleaned up this weekend when I have some extra hands to help)
Three years ago during a particularly sad July I was moping indoors. Trav called me out into the night and turned my shoulders to that big pine tree. "Christmas in July," he said. And it was. Hundreds of flickering fireflies were twinkling through the branches, up and up and up to the moon. We stood there in the grass, smiling and silent and just watched the show.
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