The last ten days of photos… aren’t great. They’re not awful, I don’t actively hate any of them, but… most of them are ok at best. I only genuinely like two of these photos.
Over the last week or so, I haven’t been paying as much attention to photography as I’d like—I’m relying on my phone, and still taking photos just to check it off the to-do list, rather than putting any kind of effort in.
I was genuinely nervous to start this 366 project. Like… if I hadn’t announced it here, I might have backed out at the last minute. I was tempted.
I’m still in the process of editing the rest of them (so many pictures), but… this is a pretty good rundown of the week.
It was a good week.
Here they are: all the Project 365 photos that I haven’t been posting for the last little while!
I’m not going to try to say anything about them—there are too many, and there’s no real point. Some are really good, some are kind of terrible. The usual. Be sure to click through to the gallery: I went with a different layout this time around in order to save space—most of the photos aren’t actually in a square format.
I’m not going to get this far behind again. Trying to get back on track has been maddening.
This is another one of those times when I really should have thought things through a little better when I was putting together the list of prompts. It really would have made more sense to schedule this particular prompt in spring or (better) fall, when there’s still something interesting to take photos of, but the golden hour happens at a more reasonable time.
As it is, I scheduled this prompt for the longest days of the year, when the golden hour is either insanely early or late enough in the evening that it interferes with other plans. To get this picture, I had to be out of the house by 5:15. In the morning. On a Saturday.
So… that happened. A few weeks later than I’d planned, but it happened.
Things are starting to get interesting again: the weather’s warm enough that I want to go outside occasionally, the trees are starting to fill out, and there’s finally—finally!—some colour. It’s not just all dull grey and brown.
And just when this is all happening, I’m falling back in love with black & white.
(Well. I’ve been falling back in love with black & white for a while. Not that I ever wasn’t in love with it. But the last few weeks it’s turned into a minor obsession.)
I don’t mind, really—there’s still more to take pictures of, and more colour means more interesting contrast, even when it’s in black & white—I just find it kind of funny.
This is another slightly-late photo, I know. But I’m only late posting it. I took it during the week this prompt was assigned. (So, last week.) It’s been a busy couple of weeks, and while I took a lot of photos, I’m only now managing to sit down and go through them. And this particular photo required a little bit of improvisation in the editing process—nothing too dramatic, but this is a slightly tricky prompt. There was math involved. I’m not a fan of math, even if I did memorize the Fibonacci sequence when I was eight.
Expect more (including the response to this week’s prompt) over the next week or so.
In my defence, when I put the list of prompts together, I genuinely believed that, by the middle of April, it would start feeling like Spring around here.
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.
And then, on the way home—hoping that I’d be able to salvage one of the pictures I’d taken, and wishing that I’d brought gloves that covered, you know, my fingers—I decided to take a little detour off the path. And discovered this place.
And then the sun broke through the clouds just enough to add some colour to the moss and some definition to the trees, and… yeah.
I would have liked to get a wider shot, get more of the dead tree in the foreground, but if I took another step back I would have wound up in the lake (after a very unpleasant fall down a very steep hill). But I love what I did get, and I can’t wait go back once there are some leaves on the trees.
The Hopewell Rocks at low tide. July 30 2015. Photo by Reghan Skerry.
More photos on Flickr.