sanctuary 
its the details
in the spirit
abandoned
devouredIt's only day 10 and I'm already feeling the struggle of this little photo adventure. I'm still backdating posts. I've got to talk about it a bit. I can't keep it in any longer. I'm loving taking pictures everyday and truly my brain aches from thinking about the science of photography. I had no idea it was so... um mathematical really. But still, it's not too difficult to let that part go and just shoot once I get started. The trouble is finding time for the whole process. Editing, learning, choosing then posting, and still writing daily. To add fuel to the fire, Drew's been working at home a lot lately using the computer...so I usually am only able to post during nap time. These last few days, I haven't been ready to post any good shots since I've been experimenting and getting to know the camera so much. I just end up throwing something up there that I'm not so impressed by but hope still tells a story somehow.
I know it's more about the exercise or the practice as Maezen would say. I have so much to learn about the camera, it feels overwhelming at times. But somehow my personal commitment to this little project is steadfast and keeps me going as well as hoping to be a little more ready for my ecourse in January (yes I found one that wasn't full yet!). There's an intimacy in photographing every day life. I've started noticing those itty bitty details that are filled with stories. And ironically my writing has been so inspired as I imagine the tale that swims around each tiny moment I've captured that never seemed like it was part of my day but part of a story yet to be told. I immediately see how it came to be, the character that created it, and the moments just after the photo was taken. And in trying to preserve these pictures and stories, I come to appreciate their majesty as they existed in my life so much more. One of my fav bloggers mentioned how much more intimate this type of blogging can seem. I'm so with her on that one. If you do it well, it's not just 1000 words that are said, but maybe even 1000 hearts that are touched. I've been so inspired by fellow viewers and projectors these last few days it's hard sometimes not to feel completely unworthy. But then I remember my life is my practice, and I zoom in.
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