Week two. I am getting used to the rhythm of this 365. It still does cause
some terror to enter my heart when I type up 014.365 and realize, day 14?? Of how many days?? 365?? What will I photograph? How will I keep going? But I guess the answer is one day at a time, one image at a time, one special moment, one special fleeting memory at a time. This week we had Caleb’s Birthday. Remember that birthday? The one the night after I accidentally drove onto the Mass Pike with 5 children in the car on my 1,000 time home from Old Sturbridge Village? We had the day that I finally captured the spectacle that is Zuzu protecting us from the mail. The super foggy afternoon at Hartsbrook Waldorf School. The time I slid out into the middle of a frozen swamp to photograph rain drops, alone at the very start of a very long day. And the quiet moments with a brand new book from a used book store in England…. Even though the scope of this 365 still dwarfs me, I am getting into the groove. I am glad I have captured theses memories!
