I’ve had my D90 for nearly a year now. Two months shy of the date. It’s funny sometimes to look at the counter and see so many thousands of photos that have been taken. Some people think I’m insane, but I think most photography-minded people probably see the sense in it. You have to take a lot of pics to get the good ones. And you have to take a lot of pics to become the photographer you want to be.
I’m still trying to get to that point. Even after six years of playing around with cameras. And I’ve actually slowed down in my snapping quite a bit in the last couple of years. Coincides with the time I started working full time, so it makes sense. I can go back to 2007 and see nearly 12,000 photos in that folder. And there have been many days in a row when I’ve not even touched my camera, which feels odd and wrong. Priorities, though. Can’t forget about those. The kid, the husband, the pets, the house, the garden. Among other things.
Maybe I need to present myself with another challenge ala my 365 Days effort. It succeeded the first time, but I gave it up nearly a third of the way in on the second try. Ponder, ponder.
A couple of years ago I started a project to take a photo every day for 365 days. I persevered and completed the entire set. Even when I was feeling sick or uninspired. I’m goal-oriented that way. I set a challenge for myself and by golly I was going to do it!
This year I started another round. Mainly to keep myself entertained. I started to feel like I needed a purpose in my photography again and another project was in the offing. So I clicked away efficiently for 95 straight days. And then came yesterday. When I dropped the proverbial ball. Boo. Simply boo. Makes me crazy that I botched my streak.
But…I’m not going to let it get me down. My perfectionist tendencies are all well and good, but let’s be realistic here. Is it really going to matter if my final tally for this session is only 364. Nah. I’m sure, though, that this one little goof is going to gnaw at me throughout. It’s the way my mind works.
The view from my company’s parking lot. The lot at the other building, I should say. We have two main office buildings. I secretly wish I worked in this one They can actually wear jeans to work. I’m in the headquarters building with the execs and we don’t even get to wear jeans on Fridays. After years of agency life and freelancing, this is not a happy thing.
We had pizza for dinner. And some chit-chat. I love that we all sit down at the table together. Although the kid doesn’t always take the word “sit” very seriously.
I was hanging out with the gatos in the dining room.
Three of us moms took three of our preschoolers to Bob the Builder today. Someone needs to inform the producers of this show that a 20-minute intermission is not a good idea with an audience of very impatient children. Other than that, they did a fine job.
It’s not everyone who thinks of using cans to build a monster-truck garage. And he was very cooperative putting all of the cans back into the cupboard when we were done.
I’m quite fond of green tea. And I love weekends when I can brew myself a few cups. Well, four today to be precise. Took the chill off of the very cold day. Of course I’m going to need more of this stuff to deal with the frigid temps heading to Michigan this week. Brrrrr.
Feeling blah = reading opportunity.
Up until a few months ago, Devin had the smallest of our three bedrooms. Even though we were only officially occupying two of them. The third, as big as our master bedroom, housed my office. I never thought the office deserved such a big space, but eight years ago the Comcast guy told us he would have to run a cable on the front of our house if we wanted the cable modem in the smaller room. So I hastily moved all of my gear.
Then came the kiddo. I figured he wouldn’t notice his room was nearly the size of a closet when he was a baby. But I still thought it would be nice if he could have more space. Thankfully there’s now wireless computing. We did the big switcheroo and now he’s in a bright-green room where he can play and spread out.
His name, however, is still on my office door.
It’s a hat actually, but “me and my hat” didn’t sound as nice for a title.
It’s winter. Cold, snowy. I love my hat for such occasions.
I took my dog for a walk tonight. The flakes were drifting down and it was so quiet and peaceful. Those are the winter moments I can appreciate. The freezing temps headed our way? Not so much.