Soup stock simmered on the stove. Verdant pine needles covered the rug. Twenty minutes later, I heard the little one stir in his crib. Verdi’s La Traviata on the radio. Airplane overhead. Ocean waves in the bedroom. After a few minutes, I picked him up. He pointed at the photographs on the wall and we talked about who was in each. I wondered what he would remember later on.
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.