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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.

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schmoo > April 22, 2008
Continuing in the vein of "Lift Steph's Self Esteem Week," here is another one utlizing the best light I could find around the house. I was actually poking my head outside because it was such a lovely evening, and voila! Instant self-portrait.

It was also quite fun playing in the cocoon of a curtain.

Unfortunately I have too much work to do tonight to really enjoy it. Speaking of which, I did waste 15 minutes processing this shot so now I have to get back to the grindstone.

PS. I'm liking uploading to this daily photo project much more now that we have FiOS. :D

schmoo > April 21, 2008
I was born tired of brown eyes. Brown, brown, brown, that's all I ever saw. My mother had brown eyes, my sister, my father, my aunts and uncles and cousins. Brown. Boring. Blah.

Ever since I left the nest, however, I have seen stunning eyes: blues, greens, greys, violet, hazel. Everyone had achingly bright gemstones in their face to captivate my attention. My husband's eyes are a combination of my favorite colors: I call them "dragon eyes," rimmed in arctic blue ice.

But suddenly I'm missing the brown. Apart from my family (and myself) I realize that I do not see brown eyes on a regular basis. Such a concept is so strange, but true. Brown is warm, comforting, and beautiful. Like molten chocolate. I love the brown.

schmoo > April 20, 2008
As I have said repeatedly, I have been feeling extremely unphotogenic lately. I dislike feeling like this and today i was determined to do whatever it took, use whatever angle necessary to give me some confidence back.

I have two very large south-facing windows at home, covered in sheer white curtains. Perfect Rembrandt lighting, right? Maybe. It seemed to do the trick this time. I'm not even sure I look like me in this photo but I don't hate it!

schmoo > April 19, 2008
Making banana apple pancakes this morning. Just as the shutter clicked, my husband was saying something to me that made me look up in surprise.

This was the weirdest tripod setup I have ever used. While the heat was not on under that burner, my 30D was propped inside a Le Creuset French oven and sitting on the lid of my blender. I wouldn't repeat the experience, though it looked funny.

Still not feeling very photogenic. And neither is the kitchen, because it looks a mess!

schmoo > April 18, 2008
I finally got my 8-stop ND filter delivered in time for Scotland so I thought I'd test it out. This was a particularly well-timed idea: I have not been feeling particularly photogenic lately. I never do (hence the exercise of the 365 project) but I've been feeling like hiding and smudging myself, anyway.

I look very odd as a ghost! Maybe next time I'll try to set the camera more square to the wall so it doesn't look as though I'm falling downhill.

schmoo > April 17, 2008
Today was a sit-in-traffic day, although the weather was gorgeous. It is my firm believe that because traffic is directly proportionate to the loveliness of the weather, people must only go to and from work when it's nice out. Since there is no point in getting irritated at cycle after cycle of red lights downtown, I thought it was more productive to take a bunch of snaps with my P&S.

The bottom photo was me making goofy pbbbtthtthhth!! noises. The middle is "What do we look like when one of those 'homeless' guys wants to wash our windshield?" The top is self-explanatory, with a little Harry Connick playing in the background.

schmoo > April 16, 2008
I missed yesterday. Tonight, however, for a change of scenery we went down to Annapolis with Matt to see what we can find. I haven't been there in any real capacity in well over 5 years, and I have a lot of memories from here of a completely different life.

It's a little strange, but not bad. I frequently miss all of those people, as disjointed and long ago all of that was. Not much has changed in Annapolis, overall, and it's kind of nice. Same tourists, same smell of seafood from the restaurants, the same orange lights on the docks and the same young Naval Academy youths taking a rare break along the waterfront.

Matt is one of the Good Peeps, although hardly anyone else has met him. He is one of the only people I know who have swum in the Hudson River with a 5D. As usual, hilarity ensued over beer in public places. Come October we're gonna show Moab how it's done!

schmoo > April 14, 2008
Don't tell Harry, but I really am a sucker for a cute furry face. Zachary and I have this little ritual every day when I get home from work. I sit down at my desk and he is so excited to see me, he plops his chin right down in my lap and gives me the big doe eyes and a little tail wag. I know he wants a walk and sometimes a doggy cookie... I totally spoil him, I admit, ever since Niko died, but Zach is such a perfectly behaved dog in every other way I don't mind indulging him to my heart's content.

Also, I've been wearing my Fluevogs a lot more ever since Beth (and SF) rekindled my love of 'Vogs. Boot love!

schmoo > April 13. 2008
This is kind of a copout shot because I really didn't do much today. This was taken almost first thing in the morning. A typical Sunday morning: roll out of bed around 7:30-8:30, start reading/studying and don't move off my butt until I get something done. Usually by then it is the afternoon.

This weekend I spoiled myself with a bit of the flowering tea Leah gave me. I always feel so indulgent when I drop one of those into my glass pot because it's just so pretty I feel like it needs a special occasion.

A marvel of physics: the small tea pot is actually the same volume as my giant mug/bowl. I found this out shortly after this photo was taken.

(And that is my trusty old G4 Powerbook on the desk, yes. With a Glacier NP and a Smuggy sticker to boot. Last week, Trav had put it there right in my way to get me to put it away in its proper place, but I proved that I can tolerate quite a bit of clutter when I don't feel like tidying up!)

schmoo > April 12, 2008
Today I spent the day in DC with some wonderful Dgrinners - Ann, Christina, Winston, Cassis, Eyal, Dave, Adam, Kendall and Kate. It was a long day, 10 hours of walking, shooting, dodging intermettent raindrops and seeing all the sights that I (as a local) take for granted.

I haven't really done DC since I was 5 and my parents brought me here from NJ where we lived. It's really funny (and sad) how that works out. This self portrait was taken at/taking advantage of the impeccably reflective walls of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.

Thank you for all the great times and the laughs, folks. I love fellow Dgrinners for all they are worth!

schmoo > April 11, 2008

I am of 3 minds with this photo:

1. We found this onion (we call them "crybaby onions" because they are extra hard on the eyes) in the back of the shelf almost totally sprouted. Oops! Dunno how this one got away from the knife, but it did and it looks quite happy about it, to be honest. The stems were so green and fresh, they make me content to look at them. Life lives, despite the odds.

2. Although it was not my intent, seeing how this shot came out reminds me of those tacky Ebay auction photos, especially the one where a woman was selling a necklace but it really was just a gratuitous boob shot. Not my intent.

3. I love this random scar I have on my chest from a work-related injury. (You can almost but not quite see it) Pulling some samples out of the liquid nitrogen freezer one of the racks fell against my chest and burned me some years ago. Pretty cool - I almost wish it looked worse.

schmoo > April 10, 2008
Stopped in traffic.

Today was not a particularly good day, despite the change for the better in the weather. Of course, you can really only enjoy that kind of thing so much when you're shut inside all day. And then stuck in traffic in your car.

It's amazing how little actually gets done on the days that are the highest stress and the most busy. You really start to question what is going on and to where all that energy is disappearing.

^ I'm with grumpy. Tomorrow will be better, I promise! ;)

schmoo > April 9, 2008
After an extremely long and busy day, I couldn't bring myself to make dinner. So instead we went out to a late-nite sushi place, which turned out to be an excellent choice. We'll be back there again!

Got a lot done, however. New raincoat: check. Waterproof pants: check. Patience for the next month and 3 days: no check!

schmoo > April 8,, 2008
Today is my sister's birthday, and I had in mind to properly preserve one of the many moments my parents attempted to get us to get along. (heheheh...) I know it's a scan and not an actual photo but feh, so what?

Yes, this is actually a miracle for our family! Here we are, looking at peace and even somewhat happy on Halloween! No fighting, no crying, no teasing or chasing or baiting... Wow.

Of course things are much different now. She's a big shot lawyer and I enjoy taking advantage of her huge house when we visit. I love my big sis even though we're two shades of the same black sheep. I haven't been with her on her birthday for a very long time but we'll get there one of these years. ;)

schmoo > April 7, 2008
Even just between the two of us, our household consumes a lot of oranges. Every time it is a battle between us on the correct way to pronounce the name of this fruit:

- I'm a Yankee who says it "awr-anges."
- He's a Baltimorean pronouncing it "ore-anges."

I'm not gonna stop eating ersters
Just 'cuz you say oysters
Let's call the whole thing off

Oranges, orangutans, opportunity, obstinate... I will never back down about this! And neither will he.

Sugar, what's the problem?
For we know we need each other so
We better call the calling off off

April 14, 2008
Don't tell Harry, but I really am a sucker for a cute furry face. Zachary and I have this little ritual every day when I get home from work. I sit down at my desk and he is so excited to see me, he plops his chin right down in my lap and gives me the big doe eyes and a little tail wag. I know he wants a walk and sometimes a doggy cookie... I totally spoil him, I admit, ever since Niko died, but Zach is such a perfectly behaved dog in every other way I don't mind indulging him to my heart's content.

Also, I've been wearing my Fluevogs a lot more ever since Beth (and SF) rekindled my love of 'Vogs. Boot love!

Camera: Canon (Canon Eos 30d) |

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Current: 600px x 382px |

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