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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Picture of the Day - January 2011

Tricks! Not a post about Dublin (yet). Just finishing out the photo a day posts to tide you over until I'm moved into a place and am no longer homeless.

I'm sure most people who read this (2 out of the 3?) know that I spent 2010 working on a project where I took one photo each day. That was pretty much the only rule; it could be the most exciting thing that day, something I thought was pretty, or just a hastily assembled still life because it was late and I had forgotten to take a photo earlier. All photos are taken with the same camera, and are unedited (except for one or two that are cropped). I still haven't broken the habit of carrying a camera around with me everywhere, and it is odd to look back on my life in a series of 365 photos.

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January, 2011

January 1st, 2011



January 2nd, 2011


January 3rd, 2011


January 4th, 2011


January 5th, 2011


January 6th, 2011


January 7th, 2011


January 8th, 2011


January 9th, 2011


January 10th, 2011


January 11th, 2011


January 12th, 2011


January 13th, 2011


January 14th, 2011


January 15th, 2011


January 16th, 2011


January 17th, 2011


July 18th, 2011

Monday, June 18, 2012

Picture of the Day - December 2010

I'm sure most people who read this (2 out of the 3?) know that I spent 2010 working on a project where I took one photo each day. That was pretty much the only rule; it could be the most exciting thing that day, something I thought was pretty, or just a hastily assembled still life because it was late and I had forgotten to take a photo earlier. All photos are taken with the same camera, and are unedited (except for one or two that are cropped). I still haven't broken the habit of carrying a camera around with me everywhere, and it is odd to look back on my life in a series of 365 photos. Click to Englarge December, 2010 December 1st
December 2nd
December 3rd
December 4th
December 5th
December 6th
December 7th
December 8th
December 9th
December 10th
December 11th
December 12th
December 13th
December 14th
December 15th
December 16th
December 17th
December 18th
December 19th
December 20th
December 21st
December 22nd
December 23rd
December 24th
December 25th
December 26th
December 27th
December 28th
December 29th
December 30th
December 31st


Don't worry, this project started on my birthday...I can still squeeze one more mini-post out of it, and that should be enough to tide things over until I can start writing about Ireland!

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Photo of the Day - January

From the late eighteenth century onwards, it is no longer from the practice of community but from being a wanderer that the instinct of fellow-feeling is derived. Thus an essential isolation and silence and loneliness become the carriers of nature and community against the rigours, the cold abstinence, the selfish ease of ordinary society.

Raymond Williams, The Country and the City


I'm sure most people who read this (2 out of the 3?) know that I spent the last year working on a project where I took one photo each day. That was pretty much the only rule; it could be the most exciting thing that day, something I thought was pretty, or just a hastily assembled still life because it was late and I had forgotten to take a photo earlier. I started the project on my birthday last year, so it (clearly) came to an end this past week. All photos are taken with the same camera, and are unedited (except for one or two that are cropped or the one panorama that is stitched). It is odd not to no longer carry a camera every day, and it is odd to look back on my life in a series of 365 photos.

Here's January, 2010. (click to enlarge)

January 18th


January 19th


January 20th


January 21st


January 22nd


January 23rd


January 24th



January 25th


January 26th


January 27th



January 28th


January 29th



January 30th


January 31st



Carriage, take me with you! Ship, steal me away from here!
Take me far, far away. Here the mud is made of our tears!

Charles Baudelaire