Well, it’s February 3rd, 2011. This is my last entry in this blog and it is now complete. A photo a day everyday for an entire year (I believe the final count is somewhere in the neighborhood of 730+ photos). Tomorrow is my birthday/week 🙂 .
Thank you for following along. You’ve essentially had a pretty personal glimpse into a year of my life, and I’ve fulfilled the purpose of this project: to be creative and to think and learn photography each day for a year. I’ve experimented with everything from landscape, nighttime, and product photography, to aerial, food and portrait, as well as a number of other types including the use of natural and flash lighting.
I discovered that as much as I like the photo aspect of this blog, I quickly began to like writing each one as well, granted sometimes I had a block and wrote nothing, but more often than not, I felt like I could have written pages and pages.
I’ll clue this project up with this: I hope you enjoyed what you found here, as much as I enjoyed putting it before you.
Best of luck in everything you do, and take care.
Be good to each other.
THE END. 🙂
A photograph is usually looked at – seldom looked into. ~Ansel Adams
It’s weird that photographers spend years or even a whole lifetime, trying to capture moments that added together, don’t even amount to a couple of hours. ~James Lalropui Keivom
It really is. Tomorrow will be my last blog entry for this project. I will then take a couple weeks off and try to start on my Community Flavour 52 Blog (this didn’t happen, and may never happen). I have a feeling the next little while will feel slightly strange, not doing a blog everyday. While at times it was a complete pain in the behind ( “Crap! I forgot about my blog!,” I say as I jump back out of bed), the majority of the time I quite enjoyed it.
Anyway, I will leave this blog here on the Internet and place an update on it from time to time to announce anything else that I am up to, such as the The Rendered Pixel blog.
I had initial plans to have a ridiculous final photo (fire works, ticker tape, Champagne bottles popping, me jumping through the air, 20 flashes firing……… elephants…) but I’ll come up with something quick and simply. Why? Because I’ve been doing this everyday for a year, man! I’m tired. 🙂
Here’s a couple photos I hope you enjoy.
So I’m home again. I have to say it’s unusual to experience 22 degrees C in Florida yesterday, and -29 degrees C at home in Labrador. That’s life though, and Dexter and Amy promptly warmed me up with love when I got here. That’s it for now, I’m going back to snuggling.
The following photos are from my flight in today. It’s quite a contrast for me considering I was watching wind surfers in Tampa on the way in there, and I’m watching…….. well, nothing – just ice and snow here in Labrador. The second to last photo of is the Labrador highway and the last photo is of a river that hasn’t frozen completely yet, due to it’s current I suppose. So, snow machinists, be careful. I actually saw quite a few open sections in the lakes and ponds, believe it or not.
Just a quick photo. I took this photo of a painting Erica’s great uncle had done. I was really taken with this, and it’s what I would consider to be really, really good (the photo does not do it justice). I can make this judgment, simply because it stopped me in the hallway almost every time I passed it.
Anyway, to my family down there: thank you for being so wonderful. And thank you for being so strong during this time. Getting together with you each day to talk and laugh and share a meal was something really special.
This photo is not what I would call great. It is funny though. Amy’s brother in-law gave her this action figure for Christmas two years ago, and we have it hanging in our office/spare bedroom. I think it’s funny, particularly the line above the action figure, ” How many cats do you have?”. That’s good stuff right there. And somewhat appropriate, as we have three cats. And a dog.
Trick presents are nothing new and they never fail to make me giggle. I gave my nephew an eye patch I bought when a pharmacy had a going-out-of-business sale. Why? Well, why not? What 13 year old boy doesn’t need an eye patch? Am I right here? I didn’t skimp on quality either, I believe the label said something along the lines of “Luxury” Eye Patch. Anyway, it produced a smile and odd expression and that’s the whole point. Most of us in the developing world have more than what we need, and sometimes a gift that will produce a good laugh, or raise the fun level of the event is as good as a present that will break the bank.
I’m a true believer in, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade”. You know, make the most out of a bad situation, when life closes a door, it opens a window, etc. etc. My mobility is somewhat limited from my surgery, I am planning on staying off my feet all day if I can. This is not good as a photographer as you would ideally like to look for something to shoot, instead of waiting for something to come to you.
So I took a picture of my incision today. I got curious and couldn’t resist placing it in front of a lens. I know, I know… you don’t have to look if you don’t want to. That’s all the warning I’m going to give. At least I’m sticking to the project rules, right? Even though my capabilities are limited. But before you decide to not look at my photo today, I’ll let you know that I thought it was pretty disgusting. So I decided to work a little magic with it. I blew the exposure all to hell, and tried my hand at a little thing called split toning (highlights are one color, shadows another color), only messing with the exposure and colors, and made it look more interesting. To me, anyway. I guess I turned a gross photograph into something a bit artsy. So if you want to look at it, look at it objectively. As something created, something that could be art, instead of something that is disgusting. And that’s all. Happy Saturday.
I was actually a little excited about this surgery… before today. I wanted to experience what it would be like to be in an operating room, the lights, the machines, the beeps etc, as I’ve never had to go through anything like this before. I was given the option of getting some anti-anxiety meds before being put to sleep, but I declined because I was feeling really good. The guy next to me in the waiting room called it “happy juice” and the nurse laughed and agreed to the term.
So I’m waiting and waiting… and thinking and thinking…. and then the nurse comes and I change into goofy clothes and get my I.V. put in. Yeah. That sucks. Anyway, after that, in my head, I was like, “I want the Happy Juice, I want the Happy Juice!” Epiphany: I’m a wuss…. and I don’t care.
Along comes Dr. Valdes, the anesthesiologist, and he gave me the happy juice through my I.V. I remember talking about the little burn in my arm, the doctors big friendly smile, and I’m pretty sure before it kicked in, I thought Dr. Valdes was some form of happy god. 🙂
Next, I wake up, come home and go back to sleep. When I wake up again, my wife is cooking me Thai food. What a woman!! I never got the experience I was expecting exactly, but really, why not take advantage of everything modern medicine has to offer? We’re not living in the medieval times, right? If I was, I’d probably have gotten drunk, asked a buddy with a sharp sword to slice and dice, and push my intestine back in with his dirty finger, and stitch me back up with twine. And die three weeks later from infection.
Instead, I’m home and feeling pretty well (but sore), finished a fantastic meal and I’m going to go enjoy a pot of tea. Sorry I didn’t have any photos of my feet, like I was expecting. Maybe next time. Anyway, it’s the weekend, go take some pictures!