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 THREE. Sometimes it's a mighty struggle to find time or energy for this daily challenge. On days like this, it's particularly nice when the pieces fit together quickly.
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.