day 135 In the dream, my camera fell into a murky green river. I had been standing on a bridge with a friend. Other friends were swimming below. I could see there heads bobbing like buoys on the surface. We were in a heated debate about something. When I leaned into the railing, my camera slipped from the strap around my neck. I ran past the friend on the bridge down to the riverbank where I jumped in. The water was deep and clouded. I swam in circles feeling for the camera, all the while, I thought about the shots I lost. A few people dove to the bottom but couldn’t reach it. The river kept on going like a sinkhole in spring. After this went on awhile, I gave up, and floated along with the current. I woke up then fell asleep again. The waterlogged camera floated to the surface, images intact. +++++ 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.