Washed out gray this morning. I stood on the front porch and remembered the rain soaked train ride from Edinburgh to Aberdeen. Dark skies, choppy waves, small fishing village tucked near the harbor. Soaked through to skin. My camera waterlogged inside my jacket. Everything cold and wet. One roll of underexposed slide film shot. Those weeks drew a map from Scotland to Ohio to Colorado to our small New England town. In a little house on the hill, where plastic swords and white Polaroids made up so much of any given day.
I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.