I think everyone will agree 2020 sucked like a galactic black hole at the edge of the universe engulfing good sense, compassion, civility, fun and everyday life.
On the other hand, I am on the last month of a 365 day photo project in which I’ve posted a picture every day for -- going on 12 months with 30 days to go.
While processing the postings with Photoshop and Blogger got old fast, interacting with the cameras, keeping one on hand and pushing through the resistance or laziness to -- hang on, there’s a picture, shoot that thing -- reminded me of every relationship with photography I ever enjoyed.
It’s a direct connection from image to brain to emotion without any complicated language digression.
Plus, time travel. It’s time travel.
And fun, you know. Fun in a year that nearly burned down every good thing.
Having a camera sitting on the coffee table was how I was ready when the local mule deer herd turned my creek bottom side yard into a party bar complete with booty call.
Yep. Deer sex.
With 30 days to go, who knows what’s next?
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