It's the first Snapshot of 2018! And, really, the first one in almost a month, because... just because, really. Anyway, I've been: searching | falling | wishing | slipping | thinking | catching | looking | baking | trying | starting
After taking some time off over the holidays, I’m starting to ease back into writing again. (Technically speaking, I started last week, but that was only two very short writing sessions, so I’m not counting it.)
It’s been… interesting.
The last few years, I’ve chosen a watchword to take me into the new year, a small mantra to remind me of my goals, both big and small.
I still don’t know what possessed me to try a 365 project in 2017. When I started, I was pretty sure it would turn out like the attempts I’d made before: three months in, I’d be taking the most boring snapshots in the world, simply to fulfil the obligation. I didn’t think that I’d make it through the year without getting bored or resentful, and I definitely didn’t think that the project would do as much for my photography in general as it did.
We're coming down to the last days of the year, and it feels so weird. I'll have more to say next week, with my final post for this particular project (and my plan for next year's project), but for now: I really like every single picture I took this week.
Whatever you celebrate (even if that's just a few days off), I hope it's a good one.
... and just like that, I'm taking pictures that I like again.
It's been a busy couple of weeks. I've been: searching | accepting | reminding | listening | rolling | getting | freaking | making | trying | wondering
I keep sitting down to write this post, and it keeps not happening. There’s part of me that feels like it’s not time, yet: I haven’t finished writing the story, so how can I possibly think about any of this objectively? I didn’t write the postmortem for last year’s project until I’d finished the draft, and that worked out well enough. But this isn’t about the story, it’s about the experience.
And this year was a very different experience from last year.
I went in confident that I could do it. Last year was... I won’t say “easy,” but it was fairly straightforward. I wrote nearly every day, and I stayed pretty much on-target as far as word-count went, and then I crashed as soon as I hit 50K, because I’d had a cold for the last few days of the month and the only thing that kept me going was stubbornness.
This year wasn’t like that. At all.
The days are getting shorter and gloomier. Pretty much all the fall colours have faded, leaving behind shades of muddy brown and grey. And I've been doing this project for almost an entire year - so it's starting to feel like I've taken pictures of everything even remotely interesting in my apartment.
What I'm trying to say is: this is getting really difficult, and I'm kind of looking forward to the end of it.