Modified photo by Alexandre Duret-Lutz. From that first admission of “I’m a reader now,” comes a lifetime of putting yourself in another’s shoes and thinking more deeply about lives unlike your own. “I’m a reader now,” means that soon your bookshelves will fill up and overflow. “I’m a reader now,” means spending hours in the bookstore narrowing down your pile from 100 books to the one you can’t leave the store without. When does it happen? How does it happen? Is there a certain type of experience you need to have, like crying when you try on the perfect wedding dress? How do you know that you are now a reader? This morning, I read Sam Asks: What Does It Mean to “Become” a Reader? which prompted a nostalgic journey back to the first time I started reading books voraciously. I’ve been reading a lot lately, ever since The Hunger Games series surprisingly sparked a fire in me about four months ago. Since then, it’s been non-stop dystopian novels with strong female characters. Though I …
Doing a picture a day is finally starting to bring up questions and thoughts that I don’t usually have when taking a picture, as well as a willingness to experiment. I typically try to avoid using too many “special” effects when editing pictures, but for some reason, I was kind of curious to try some around when messing with my still life picture. (Yep, that’s what I’m calling those bananas.)
About the picture taken on January 12th, “Weeping Yogi.” I bought this at Two Buttons, a shop in Frenchtown, NJ, surprisingly owned by the woman who wrote Eat, Pray, Love. I’d never seen one of these before, but loved the idea.
On a spur of the moment, I decided to take at least one picture per day for 2015. I love photography, but found myself carrying my camera around with me less and less and growing increasingly shy of being that random person taking pictures at odd moments. By committing to taking at least one picture a day, I’m hoping to reawaken my “eye” for interesting shots, angles, and pictures.
I have a document in Evernote called Personal Goals (A bucket list, if you will). In it, I’ve listed various experiences, accomplishments, trips, etc. I’d like to achieve at some point in my life. Like most of these things, it’s a living document and I remove things just as much as I add — it’s silly to hold yourself to resolutions that no longer serve you. Sometimes, there is just a brief window that needs closing.