DONNNNNNNNNNE!!

Toward the end of 2006, I read this.  1 year, 2 cameras, and a lot of complaining later...and I've successfully documented my 2007 in images.  I'm glad I did it. Having just finished a few days ago, that's all I really know yet.  The benefits were many, including the technical and creative learning outlined in the project description and blah blah blah. Far outweighing that is the self indulgent, personal nostalgia that only I can understand from each shot; what I did on any given day, where I was, who I was with, how I was feeling. A lot of it seemed arduous and uninspired.  I mean, I took a picture of a 'Talbot's' sign for christsake. Oh god, AND Liz Claiborne. But the crazy bit is, I can see who I was when taking the January pictures and I can see who I was when taking the December pictures. They're not the same person.  And only I can really follow the visual trail from one to the other. Maybe I could make a decoder ring, but I don't want to.

I didn't anticipate (although I probably should have) how many people would think my photo of the day should be of their body parts. I'd also like to thank everyone who had to deal with my bitching and random situational disruptions. In summation, the whole thing is really just food, stuff around work and home, cheesy nature shots, and alcohol. So in short, that's all my life is.