Sketchbook #51

Is it just me, or is the year moving really quickly? But in a weird way: there’s part of me that feels like January and February took forever, but then I freak out because how is it March already?

It’s probably just me.

Anyway. February.

Sketchbook #50

I’ve got to rebuild routines that the holiday season shattered, and find my way back into stories I haven’t thought about in a month. I have to navigate a minefield of existential crises, brought on by that same new year/birthday season. January is dark and rainy or so cold I can’t even bring myself to walk to the coffee shop to interact with someone that isn’t my cat. If it wasn’t for those big goals and dreams, I don’t think I’d be able to make it through the month.

Project366: #351-366

Never underestimate my ability to pull something like this off at the very last minute.

Project366: #341-350

Just about caught up with the Project366 photos! This batch feels a bit dull after all the Christmas photos, but… well. At this point, I just want to get this thing finished.

Project366: #301-320

Still catching up with the photos I should’ve been posting over the last two months. Enjoy.

Project366: #281-300

I’m coming down to the wire. I’ve got less than a week to go until my 366 project officially comes to an end, and I haven’t posted anything since [checks notes]… October. (Or November on Instagram.)

2020 in Preview

The year—the decade—isn’t even two weeks old and it’s already testing my optimism. I keep sitting down to write this post, and I just stare at the blinking cursor, trying to figure out what to say about my goals for the new year, trying to figure out how to say that I’m still hopeful. That despite everything, my goals for this year are more ambitious than they have been for the last few.

Sketchbook #49

I kind of feel like I should start this with some kind of ‘it was the best of times, it was the worst of times’ riff.

Project366: #271-280

We’re getting into a weird time of year.

On one hand, the leaves have been amazing. I think I mentioned it before, but the last few years, it felt like the trees went from green to brown to bare with no stops in between. That hasn’t been the case this year.