My 365 foto project is on hiatus. I'm loathe to say it's dead, because I'd like to start it up again after that Festival That Shall Not Be Named is over. I realize it won't be a 365 project anymore, so maybe I'll come up with something clever to call it. But it's not completely forgotten.
When I'm feeling stressed, I'd rather write than shoot fotos.
I'm feeling stressed.
It's a familiar stress; it happens every year as that Festival That Shall Not Be Named approaches. I know how to deal with it better than I used to.
If one should imply that one of the ways they've been considering dealing with their stress might involve wild romps in the hay and that is shared on facebook, a lot of dudes will stop by to comment. I sometimes forget how delightfully predictable dudes are.
None of them showed up on my doorstep, though.
I'm still obsessing over the Punch Brothers to the point that Hijo screams and runs out of the room whenever I turn on the CD player (yes, I sometimes still use a CD player).
I'm looking forward to the return of Hijo this weekend. I hate coming home after work when he's not here.
My baby's going to be in middle school in a couple of weeks.
I feel old.
Glad the predictability was delightful. Sometimes I'm sure it can be annoying. :-)
Sorry to hear that the stress is related to an annual incident. Hope you are able to cope with it better with time.
I went over to peruse your photo gallery, and gotta say I loved a lot of them. I hope you get back to your daily shots soon, whatever you may choose to call your project.
Talking of photos, I also went over to your 100 things page, and I wanted to say I hope your #90 comes too. I loved #s 12, 40 and 65, and think you should 74 right away if you haven't already! :-)
Posted by: arvind | 27 August 2010 at 09:04 AM
Hang in there. I like what you named the festival.
Posted by: cc | 27 August 2010 at 11:44 AM
You know, I find your writing quite good enough and don't need the photos. When that nameless event is past and your job settles down there's plenty of time to take photos.
My problem is the opposite. When I'm stressed the words get laid aside. Looking through the camera lens is therapy. Words are harder.
Posted by: michael | 27 August 2010 at 08:20 PM
The Kid is going into junior high...uhm...middle school?
Good gawd I feel old...
Posted by: Cowtown Pattie | 11 September 2010 at 08:33 AM