I thought about Frank O’Hara’s Lunch Poems and André Kertész’s use of angles and shadows while I cleared the counter for lunch. Residual coffee grounds muddled in sugar in an orange mug, brown eggs in a white bowl, spider plant cast shadows in pink. The house held musty winter air. He pulled the bathroom window open and the little one stood in dust-flecked light. For the very first time.
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.