Now that I've taken some of the pressure off - and since I've had fresh flowers on hand to play with - this project is fun.
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.
Here they are: all the Project 365 photos that I haven't been posting for the last little while!
I'm a day late posting this week's roundup, I know. The last few days of the week were a low point, as far as inspiration goes, and it was a bit of a struggle to get myself motivated.
There were a lot of grey, gloomy days this week, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes, those days force me to get creative, and I actually end up with photos that I'm really happy with. Of course, sometimes those days are just... difficult.
This is a first: this week, my daily photo project has produced multiple photographs that I'm genuinely happy with. Obviously, there were still a few days where inspiration failed me entirely, but that's fine. The good photos more than make up for the bad and uninspired ones.
Sort of. I'm still really busy with NaNoWriMo (so busy), and I'm still processing my emotions from the US election (I sort of feel like I'm going to have something to say about that, but... I'm not sure. I might not be up to an entire post on the subject). But I'm slowly figuring out how to balance writing with everything else I want to do, and I figure it's time to get back to work on this "weekly" project.
At some point, I’ll have a few days in a row that aren’t dark and rainy, and I’ll be able to actually go outside to get the photographs I really want to make.
I had a few thoughts in mind for “fresh…” and, when the week came, it was obvious that none of them were really going to work. There was no crisp, new-fallen snow in the forecast. Nothing that symbolized a new year.