Project 365: June Retrospective
Saturday, June 30, 2007
This month has been a challenge for Project 365. It's not hard to remember to take pictures, but it's been difficult to upload them everyday (connection issues). But I'm now caught up with posting them, and I will work harder at keeping caught up. The rain this month hasn't helped matters, either. It's rained about 25 of 30 days in June. I also haven't been a very good commenter on your 365-blogs. I'll get better at that, too. Anyway, as I look at this month's photographs, and knowing all the work-related stuff I've had to do this month, I'm surprised that a recurring theme is one of nature and not work. Here I have photos of natural elements (sky and water), people, plants, and animals. OK, I guess we could all say that we have shot "natural elements" as I have defined them . . . as those topics just about cover anything that can be photographed. But still.
181/365: Rain Catcher
180/365: I Wonder What She's Writing
Friday, June 29, 2007
179/365: Leaves and Raindrops
Thursday, June 28, 2007
178/365: Glass and Raindrops
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
177/365: Pink and Brick
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
176/365: After the rain, the ducks sprouted . . .
Monday, June 25, 2007
175/365: Butterfly
Sunday, June 24, 2007
174/365: Duck Head
Saturday, June 23, 2007
173/365: Taya and Cody
Friday, June 22, 2007
172/365: Pedicurist
Thursday, June 21, 2007
171/365: Purple Flower
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
170/365: Glass on a Shelf
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
169/365: Sand and Water
Monday, June 18, 2007
168/365: Wall Wave
Sunday, June 17, 2007
167/365: Mama Pam
Saturday, June 16, 2007
She told me how she had just won $300 in a church give-a-way. Then she asked me to take her photograph. (Best large.)
166/365: Red Feet
Friday, June 15, 2007
165/365: Portrait of an Artist
Thursday, June 14, 2007
164/365: Rainbow at Sea
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
163/365: Playing in the Ocean
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
162/365: Daytona Beach: Ocean at Sunset
Monday, June 11, 2007
161/365: A Wing and a Prayer
Sunday, June 10, 2007
160/365: Making the Bed Brings Out the Kitty in Her
Saturday, June 9, 2007
159/365: Odwalla reminds me of Victor
Friday, June 8, 2007
158/365: Kitchen Shadows
Thursday, June 7, 2007
157/365: Sunrise at 6:30 a.m.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
There was no postprocessing of this photo; this was actual the view from my front porch this morning.
156/365: Reflection in a Sideview Mirror
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
155/365: Erin: Fun-Loving
Monday, June 4, 2007
I am starting an experimental photo series that will occasionally bleed over to Project 365. I stole this terrific idea from a flickr contact, Shadowjak (check out his photos . . . they are terrific). For this project, subjects are told, "Think of a word or short phrase that symbolizes [or identifies] you." This project will be an ongoing experiment of self perception. I will post a few more on photos on Flickr tomorrow.
154/365: After (all that) Rain
Sunday, June 3, 2007
153/365: Playing at War 1943
Saturday, June 2, 2007
In looking through photos today, I found this one of my dad. He was in the Coast Guard during World War II. That's him on the far left, at 17. I don't know what it is with young men (historically) and these types of photographs. I suppose they thought this was funny, men at war.
152/365: The Ones I Didn't Buy
Friday, June 1, 2007
Several years (and some pounds) ago, I wore shoes like these. I wore lots of very high heeled shoes in lots of colors and styles. Shoes like these are called "stripper shoes" around these parts (from certain close-minded people) because of the heel height and because of those animal spots (women are like wild animals, you know?). I called them cute. But I wore shoes like these, and I wasn't a stripper. I was a secretary back in the day-- before secretaries were called administrative assistants. I thought about buying more cute shoes like these today (a little lower heeled, as the higher heel is no longer comfortable), but I didn't. The store manager kicked me out of the store for taking photographs of shoes. He must have thought I was an aging secretary . . . or that I was stripper . . . or that I had a shoe fetish or something. I don't know. I do know, however, that I didn't buy any new shoes today, and that I'll be avoiding DSW for a good long while.