If January taught me anything, it’s that I need to have some kind of well-defined photography project if I’m going to keep shooting. And I need to make a public commitment to that project. Without those two things, I really struggle to stay on track with any of my photography goals.
In other words, it wasn’t a good month for me as a photographer.
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.
... and just like that, I'm taking pictures that I like again.
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.
I didn't get a chance to post my Project 365 photos last weekend, for a number of reasons. (And I'm probably going to be a day or two late on this month's sketchbook post.) But that's ok: I'm still staying on top of the project in general, and this particular group of photos feels like it works as a set.
I'm getting back into my groove with this project, just in time for the short, grey, dreary days of November. Awesome.
National Novel Writing Month is an intense experience, creatively. And I love it for that. I love that it forces me to sit down and write - which is something I want to be doing anyway, but never seem to make the time for.
The downside? It’s an intense experience, creatively. Especially at the beginning, when I’m still finding my way into the story, it uses up pretty much all of my creative energy.
Seriously. This week. This month.
I'm getting kind of bored with dealing with colds/flus/et cetera. I don't handle being sick very well anyway, and spending so much time resting is getting on my nerves.