I set coffee, milk, and frozen raspberries on the table for breakfast. I pulled a pink daisy from the vase holding three week old flowers. A shallow pool of water remained at the bottom, touching the stems. A handful of white lily petals dropped straight away, the rest stayed put, while I tried not to disturb them. I left the bouquet in tact, unable to throw them out, and instead photographed them as they aged.
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.