DAY TWENTY EIGHT. One month old today. Still very much a challenge. This owl would make a good mascot for "The Knowledge" and could probably have told me that committing myself like this might not always be wise. Hey ho.
DAY TWENTY FIVE. Some were pacing the floor to see how wide the carpet was. Some levitated gracefully, others experimented with new ways to sit at their desks. While wondering how to spell 'doo-lally'. How do you?
DAY TWENTY TWO. It was always so reassuring to read that word "safety" on the edge of precious negs. Never quite knew what it meant though. Vinegar syndrome, it seems. That's a bad thing. Stop bath... that's a good thing. Are they both the same thing? I love photography's alchemy of smells. I miss 'em.
DAY FOURTEEN. While I've been struggling to stay committed to making an image a day, I've also found myself committing more and more time to it. Editing. Erasing. Beginning again. Several generations of butterflies have probably been and gone in the meantime.
DAY FIVE already. Seem to spend longer every day on my 'thirty minute' task. Today's found object: a 7-inch box of Ampex mastering tape. Beginning a new decade, and thinking how looking forward sometimes means looking back too. May your rings grow ever outwards.