A few weeks ago I wrote a post about my goals for the year. I think it’s become obvious one of my goals is to run a half-marathon since majority of my posts this week included me complaining, and whining about hills, shoes, appropriate underwear, trash in the running space, what type of music I should listen too while running, etc, etc. #bitchfest. Part of the goals was to envelope myself in photos and take one for each day (hence the 365 in the title). I got the idea from Emma Bolden who recently documented her favorite photo from each month of the project on her blog. Every Sunday I’ll be updating you on the photos I’ve chosen for the week (hopefully I’ll have one for everyday) and we can share a bit of each other. If you want to start the project, please let me know so I can add you to the blogroll at the end of each Sunday post.
Day # 1: Jan 1, 2012
I like to call this “hugging in the streets.” On New Years Eve with all of the people, and the commotion, it’s always nice to stop and squeeze the one you’re with, or the four you’re with: your best friends.
Day # 2: Jan 2, 2012
This is my very first bud on my very first Orchid. It’s the pink speckled one that was featured on the blog around summertime. I finally have a bud meaning I didn’t drown it every week, or leave it stark and dry out in the open of the desk, I watered it just right. My dad has a jungle plant section in our kitchen next to the glass table with vines, and fangs and hot pink Christmas cactus flowers budding along the rim, and yet I haven’t been able to grow a plant until now. (Score one: Cassie).
Day #3: Jan 3, 2012
On Day 3, the Raleigh Review did a reading of two fabulous female poets. This was the calm before the rush/storm/bananza, featuring one of our delightful post cards that are free in the bookshop loft.
Day #3.5: Jan 3.5, 2012
This is the after-mass of the reading; the leftover crumbs of poetry. It’s partial staff with two board members and local poets; Joseph Millar and Dorianne Laux. Even though D.Laux taught me three years in a row, I’m still totally intimidated by her presence. I spill things, I speak louder than usual like I’m lobbying for my own small connection with her, and I’m just plain weird (but is that really that unusual)? I like to call this photo: poets in twilight. I had to change the color a bit because the color in our loft makes everyone’s teeth the color of English street people during the plague.
Day #4: Jan 4, 2012
This photo was already featured on the blog here.
Day #5: Jan 5, 2012
When I took this photo, I was walking with my mother through the neighborhood and had already seen this bird’s nest a few days in a row on my run. At eight in the morning it is flirting and flitting with tiny little birds (which is the nickname my mother has called me for the past few years) and so I couldn’t help but hope I had my phone or the camera a few days later and it would still be there. Squirrels can be quite the devils around bird’s nest; stealing eggs and things. Lucky for us, my brother game a dad a squirrel whirler for Christmas (only in North Carolina).
I know it’s only January and so these little birds have certainly started early on the nesting thing, but it’s warm here and all of the republicans don’t believe in global warming until the polar bears are dying, and so…the birds know no difference. (Sorry…I let that republican comment slip out, not meaning to offend anyone). But birds are one of my favorite things and so it was an easy way to describe that day. I had a job interview that morning that I probably bombed (I could feel myself imploding one question at a time) and it was going to maybe take me away from my own home nest, and so the birds nest is just one, fat metaphor.
Day #6: Jan 6, 2012
You knew this was coming. I’m an old, cat lady. (By old, I mean old soul). And here he is, in all his handsome glory, Jasper Dean Cat. I’m sure this photo is making his ego even bigger, now that he’s featured once again on the blog. He was enjoying licking a plastic bag (cats do that for the fish oil) and I just snapped this shot from below our kitchen island. My mother will inevitably write a comment saying, “Get that cat off my counter!”
Day #7: Jan 7, 2012
And of course, the nephew and the mother. (His grandmother). He was building all kinds of castles and buddies for his collection of colorful block buildings (known as the big-a-shed town) and I got this shot while taking photos of each creation. He doesn’t like to smile anymore, “it’s not a rule,” he says and so this was as cute as I could get. Blocks and grandma, what more could you ask for?
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