July 14, 2010
This week has been a little bit more difficult for picture-taking. I haven’t taken one every day. I know that the point of this exercise, beyond joining up with this community that I admire, is to get myself into the habit of taking photos every day. It’s about cultivating the creative impulse. However, I am (of course) overly focused on how well I follow the rules. Today, I am going to say that I am proud of the photos that I did take, rather than pining for the ones that I didn’t.
Between my meetings, emails, spreadsheets, and site visits, I spun as fast as I could.
July 9 – skipped
July 10 – skipped
We harvested our carrots today. Some were big, some were small, and some showed us how to adapt. (This one was featured on the habit blog!)
July 12 – skipped
Sometimes (often), I simultaneously strive for too much and not enough. It’s exhausting. (This was also featured at habit!)
I am always impressed by obsessive attention to detail.
July 8, 2010
One of my favorite photoblogs, habit, has created an interesting experiment for the month of July. If you’re not familiar with habit, they host several photographers each month who take a candid picture during their day and pair it with 30-ish words about their day. The words can be about the photo, but they do not have to be related. To mark their 18 month anniversary, they created a group on Flickr and invited their readers to upload their own photos and words. Then each day, they select a few photos from the group pool to post on their blog.
I decided to participate, as part of my continuous effort to keep myself creating this month. So far, it’s been an excellent experience. Not only is it pushing me creatively, but I’m seeing beautiful photos over on the group page. Below I’ve posted my first week of habit photos, which I will do each week of the project. You can follow along with the rest of the project over at the group page and at habit.
On our first day of vacation with no plans, we eased into our day, accomplishing little. I bet we’ll crave structure soon.
We stayed for the whole match, cheering with our neighbors for the losing team.
More than once, I thought, “I could get used to this.”
This morning, we hoped that the rain would pass.
July 5 – skipped
The first day back is always the hardest.
Today, it rained so hard that it felt like someone wrung the clouds out with her bare hands.
More next week!