Day 1 of 365 text in Italics.

They won’t all be winners. They definitely were not all winners.
I might not make it every day. I did!!!

I may not even make it to the end of the project… I’ve only ever made it to day 18 in the three times I’ve attempted this before. I can’t even guarantee the photos will be taken on the day they’re posted… They were all taken the day they were posted, although some of the collages just used a small aspect like a bird or a cloud. But they’ll exist for as long as I can keep it going. I kept it going.

Project 365. 366. I don’t know who first started this. I did some googling but wasn’t confident in the answers I found. Some crazy photographer who wanted a challenge…I’m sure. That’s usually how these things begin and then people follow along for the ride, then join in, and then it becomes this massive living thing. It absolutely did become this massive living breathing thing. It was, in short, awesome. I highly recommend, but first, fail it a few times when you start and then wait until life is fun again to do it for real. I could probably make a whole post about what I learned but I’m not ready to share that yet. I just know it was so worth it and it feels like it’s something I’ve always done.

However this ends up, I wanted a photo that would work as a bookend to the first. I dreamt up this idea in the car listening to all the greatest crappy punk songs I hold so dearly. I still listen to the same songs. Many of them made into a photograph and many more will.

And then I thought, maybe this is the year, 2024, 365, a photo a day. So whether I make it or not…on 12/31/2024 I’ll take the sister to this photo and invert the opposite side. Whether you stick around or join in, I’ll see you on the other side. Welcome to the other side.

I’m mostly the same, but a little different. One thing is for sure: I don’t want to stop. Seriously, tomorrow, I just don’t take a photo? Doesn’t seem authentic to who I am now. The camera has really become a part of my language, an extension of myself, it feels unfair, unnatural to stop it.

Here’s the sister photo for 366/366. (I really should have just changed the number when I realized it was a leap year, but if I had — then I wouldn’t be me.)

Also — now my nose no longer perfectly aligns with my mouth so that’s fun.

Thanks for taking the journey. Maybe I’ll see ya tomorrow. ;)