We drove west into the blast of sun. Past the field brushed in burnt gold and the worn out barns covered in shadowy triangles. Past the mountain we didn’t hike and the man walking toward us in silhouette. They took turns drifting off to sleep, one early one late.
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.