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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 > June 28, 2008

Road trip up the coast with Andy, Ian and Nick! What a great day. I forced myself to not work this morning and instead caught up with school, then we had a leisurely scenic drive up the Pacific in Andy's convertible. It was great, even though I got a little sun/wind burn on my face. 

We threaded our way through golden hills and twisty, misty mountain roads, colorful little towns with great coffee shops and dappled redwood forests. The forests smelled so good, I just closed my eyes and inhaled the earthy rush. Looking up through the canyon of dark green reminded me of being a kid again, lying down in the back of my parents' car and watching the treetops fly by.

This shot was taken in the old lighthouse at Point Reyes. I was running out of ideas for SPs but the chair in the corner was perfectly lit. Ian shot me shooting myself, and I didn't know until afterwards that Andy was stuck to the window. I had a really good laugh after the fact! Whatta freak. :D
schmoo > June 26, 2008

This is another snapshot, but who has time these days to play with the actual camera? Oh, I guess Baldy does. And Nick. :)

My little anatomically-correct bendy lady came with me. I am trying to take shots of her (and my bendy guy to represent Trav) around but I just never really got to it. SpouseFail. :(

On this day we were superhero'd. Photos are coming, I think. The hazing is, fortunately, over.
schmoo > June 25, 2008 - New Her0es

Don't know what day it is anymore. It's Wednesday I think, if only because it's the day I had to cancel plans with Anya.

I appreciate Ian coming out and giving us a chance to walk down the street in a beautiful evening. I appreciate having the chance to take some photos, even though it was with my point and shoot. I appreciate being able to talk (over whisky) a bit about photography and Dgrin and shootouts and workshops just like a past life. And of course I appreciate Ian taking this photo so I didn't have to.
schmoo > June 24, 2008

Wistful on the balcony at the hotel Zico at 9:30 PM. I'm too tired to really do anything, too tired to think. But I am not too tired to look at the lovely sunsets here and savor the sweet, dry, mild weather when I step outside four times a day.

Ian and April say the smoke from the fires makes them choke, but I don't smell anything at all. In fact, I think it's very nice. Must be the carcinogenic soup that passes for fresh air in Baltimore...

Regardless of the exhaustion, I love the work, the environment (although it gets a bit raucous at times, particularly when I'm making a business call) and everything else about it so far. I knew I would, but it was still a rough path to choose.  Everyone is so helpful, knowledgeable, nutty, and kind. It's hard not to thank the deities for giving me a chance.
schmoo > June 22, 2008
I'm back in one of my favorite places: Mountain View, CA. I said tonight that California is dangerous to me - the weather, the people and the food are just. too. nice.

This is a total snapshot and I know it. Zero effort, and I didn't even take the photo (you can tell by the arm! ;) But we are toasting to Nick's belated birthday with a pitcher o' sangria at Cascal. Good eats, dude. Really good eats. 

And good smiles and laughs of the "OMG my face hurts" kind.
schmoo > June 21, 2008
Today I bought myself a Gorillapod, just cuz. To try it out I hung my camera from a tree in the yard and learned quickly that overhead portraits are not entirely flattering. They are also hard to set focus correctly. Especially when a nest of weird black flies with red butts swarms out of the tree you're using and buzz around your head.

I wonder how much we will actually use this thing but it's a lot of fun.
schmoo > June 20, 2008
Grocery shopping has always been one of those chores I don't mind. 

I don't know how it started, but we have this little thing going where we both push the cart at the same time (I'm in front because I'm short), synchronize feet (usually start with the right) and sing what we call the "drunk elephant song" as we waddle through the aisles. It sounds a bit like the Wonder Ball tune, but is just more repetitive and without words. 

We've always gotten a lot of weird looks from other shoppers, but who really cares?

Today we needed bananas, oranges, and spinach.
schmoo > 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.
schmoo > June 18, 2008

I had a fairly uneventful day and was going to pass on the SP, but a "Nice" little birdie pecked at me to do one. ;)

So, here is a story I've been meaning to share for no reason except for the fact that it amuses me. When I was in Scotland, Trav was in CA playing poker with some SmugBuddies. Don gave us a couple of these SmugMug shirts since, apparently, biking is very important to the family! I think they're great... except for the fact that I am in no way, shape (literally) or form hardcore enough to wear one of these when I bike in the morning. Tour de SmugMug! Um, for me not so much. Yet.

You can tell I wasn't actually going biking when I hauled myself away from my desk and into the garage to take this shot, since I'm still wearing jeans. The jerseys are very comfortable and they make me smile to look at them. But then again, Smuggy always has that effect on me. :D
schmoo > June 17, 2008

I am now a brunette.
schmoo > June 16, 2008
This is incredibly lame, but yesterday I broke down and bought new luggage. I figured that I travel enough these days so why make life (and the journey) harder? Our existing baggage is just as unpleasant to use as the word implies. So now I am the proud owner of a wonderful, perfect Briggs & Riley suitcase  -- that I will be breaking in next week.

I keep thinking of the line from Steel Magnolias: "I love you more than my luggage" and laughing. Because right now I honestly do not think there is anyone I can possibly love more than this bag.
schmoo > June 15, 2008
Yes, I have two SPs today because I realized I miss enough days during the week or when I'm uninspired. 

Driving through Old Ellicott City, we had noticed that someone had started stacking river stones in the Patapsco River, right near the bridge. Come sunset we grabbed our gear and ran down there. They were really awesome - very Andy Goldsworthy - and no one knows who did it. We ran into a few people who were making more piles, but they were just adding to what was already there. I love a community effort!

It was a lot of fun. The heat of the day had cooled and the temperature of the water was refreshing. I have not waded in a river to catch shots before except in Glacier NP, which was, to say, a little too cold to do barefoot.

Crossing from stack to stack was very difficult because some of the rocks were sharp and some were slippery. I did take a fall once and it's making sitting very difficult... but my camera is OK and I love shooting, especially at home because I never do it enough. Having my tripod and all my filters out reminds me of workshops and all the wonderful times I've shared with other Dgrin photographers over the last year.
schmoo > June 15, 2008
Just thought this reflection was interesting as we were putting the morning's loot from the Farmer's Market into the car. I love this shirt, and a very silly part of me is happy that I can wear funky t-shirts any time I want now.

I found this view kind of amusing, too. How far we've come as hippies but how happy it makes me. (WF is questionable, but hey I like the bags...) I love the Baltimore Farmer's Market and all of the crazy, kooky people it brings together. The propa falafel, the fresh peas, sprouts, even the kindly farmer-dude who gave me a wealth of advice on tomato plants today. I love the faces that are becoming familiar and the rumble of the traffic overhead.

I have been bringing my camera each weekend, trying to put together a collection of shots from this seasonal market. But it's hard to make order out of all that chaos. Very hard.
schmoo > June 13, 2008
The end of an era. 

Goodbye, and thank you to... everyone.
schmoo > June 12, 2008
This shot is a total copout, I know. I didn't have any camera except my cell phone, which is the worst photographic offense a photographer can make. And I was surrounded by breathtaking experiences that I couldn't capture.

Today we had dinner with Keith at Minato - plenty of delicious rolls and the sake flowed abundant and free. That in and of itself was good. 

And then we walked around the corner and hung out at his new place. All his. Fresh, clean, in chaos with new floors and new paint and unmaneuverable due to unpacked boxes and promise...

.... but I felt something. Looking out of his 12th story windows into the pink sunset and the Domino sugar sign and the streaks of cars on I-83 and the canyons of Victorian rowhomes stained orange with sodium lights, I felt something. I haven't felt it in years but it was still there.

I can't explain it to anyone and there's no use. But I have not missed living in the city for years until now. There is no way to explain the butterfly tingle of excitement when the twinkling lights burst from the midnight blue of a summer evening, when you know you're with friends and the night life of the city comes silently awake below you. I didn't have that much-desired sweet clove cigarette but I did have a double shot of 21-year old whisky in my hand. It was perfect and beautiful and moving all the same.

I wish for impossible things.
June 28, 2008

Road trip up the coast with Andy, Ian and Nick! What a great day. I forced myself to not work this morning and instead caught up with school, then we had a leisurely scenic drive up the Pacific in Andy's convertible. It was great, even though I got a little sun/wind burn on my face.

We threaded our way through golden hills and twisty, misty mountain roads, colorful little towns with great coffee shops and dappled redwood forests. The forests smelled so good, I just closed my eyes and inhaled the earthy rush. Looking up through the canyon of dark green reminded me of being a kid again, lying down in the back of my parents' car and watching the treetops fly by.

This shot was taken in the old lighthouse at Point Reyes. I was running out of ideas for SPs but the chair in the corner was perfectly lit. Ian shot me shooting myself, and I didn't know until afterwards that Andy was stuck to the window. I had a really good laugh after the fact! Whatta freak. :D
schmoo > June 28, 2008

Road trip up the coast with Andy, Ian and Nick! What a great day. I forced myself to not work this morning and instead caught up with school, then we had a leisurely scenic drive up the Pacific in Andy's convertible. It was great, even though I got a little sun/wind burn on my face. 

We threaded our way through golden hills and twisty, misty mountain roads, colorful little towns with great coffee shops and dappled redwood forests. The forests smelled so good, I just closed my eyes and inhaled the earthy rush. Looking up through the canyon of dark green reminded me of being a kid again, lying down in the back of my parents' car and watching the treetops fly by.

This shot was taken in the old lighthouse at Point Reyes. I was running out of ideas for SPs but the chair in the corner was perfectly lit. Ian shot me shooting myself, and I didn't know until afterwards that Andy was stuck to the window. I had a really good laugh after the fact! Whatta freak. :D
June 28, 2008

Road trip up the coast with Andy, Ian and Nick! What a great day. I forced myself to not work this morning and instead caught up with school, then we had a leisurely scenic drive up the Pacific in Andy's convertible. It was great, even though I got a little sun/wind burn on my face.

We threaded our way through golden hills and twisty, misty mountain roads, colorful little towns with great coffee shops and dappled redwood forests. The forests smelled so good, I just closed my eyes and inhaled the earthy rush. Looking up through the canyon of dark green reminded me of being a kid again, lying down in the back of my parents' car and watching the treetops fly by.

This shot was taken in the old lighthouse at Point Reyes. I was running out of ideas for SPs but the chair in the corner was perfectly lit. Ian shot me shooting myself, and I didn't know until afterwards that Andy was stuck to the window. I had a really good laugh after the fact! Whatta freak. :D
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