I did say that when I can’t think of anything else to shoot, I take pictures of food.
I’m thinking about fiction.
I’m thinking about writing. I’m thinking about how I beat myself up over it, how all I can see are the plot holes and frustration and I swear I’m never going to do it again. I’m thinking about how I manage to keep that promise for a year or so at a time, until the urge creeps back to read over those old abandoned drafts.
They’re never as bad as I expect.
This week… ugh. Seriously. Anyway, I’ve been: settling | making | cleaning | feeling | wondering | hoping | getting | having | scrambling | finding
This is one of those times when I kind of love that digital photography is a thing. (Also tripods and laser pointers. All these things are awesome.)
Listening to… ‘STYGGO’ by The Dandy Warhols.
This is a prompt that pretty much required me to go outside. Which is fine (I don’t really want to stay indoors for all of these projects), but a predicted week of rain meant that I only really had one day to get out. The good thing is, I was organized enough to actually take advantage of that one day. The bad thing is, everything’s still just shades of brown and grey and there’s no visual interest in anything yet.
The last few weeks, I’ve been: debating | cleaning | rolling | thinning | taking | thinking | trying | wondering | feeling | searching
… but then I remind myself that challenges like this are about interpretation, not literal definitions. And that I’m the one doing the project, so if I want to say this is “repetition,” I can.