365 self portraits. Can I actually do it? Inspired by many others, I decided to give my creativity a kick in the pants with a Daily Photo project. With life happening too fast, quite often I lose the spark that drives me to pick up the camera. Hopefully I can maintain not only this project, but the ability to develop more as a photographer. Ideally, the majority of these will be self-portraits to help me get over my image complex and to document the most important, memorable moments of each day.
My rules:
1. At least part of myself in each shot. Every 24 hours.
2. EXIF data pulls rank. I travel and can't always upload on a timely matter, but the timestamp is as the timestamp does...
3. Try to document the dominant activity/event of the day. This is a journal-type project for me, too.
4. Having help is OK. While I always set up the shot myself, occasionally the location requires having someone else hit the shutter for me.
My current 365 Project gallery is here!
My rules:
1. At least part of myself in each shot. Every 24 hours.
2. EXIF data pulls rank. I travel and can't always upload on a timely matter, but the timestamp is as the timestamp does...
3. Try to document the dominant activity/event of the day. This is a journal-type project for me, too.
4. Having help is OK. While I always set up the shot myself, occasionally the location requires having someone else hit the shutter for me.
My current 365 Project gallery is here!
May 12, 2009
Tonight we had a hankering for microbrews. Both of us have a love for unique brews, though he prefers red ales and I have a space in my heart for porters/stouts. There are a few decent breweries in San Fran but I picked 21st Amendment because it got good reviews for beers. Off we went on the Muni!
I was a bit shortsighted and never looked up the game schedule. Ouch. Tons of people wearing black and orange jerseys were standing around with plastic cups and Giants baseball caps, ugh. Neither of us are baseball fans and tonight of all nights, we just wanted somplace quiet to talk. So while 21st Amendment did have good brews and decent food, they lose points for being one of the loudest restaurants I've ever patronized!
On the bright side, we had a really good laugh about the eating habits of the guy sitting at the adjacent table. I love people watching, and this guy didn't disappoint. I figure he must have been an architect or something because, apparently, he used the tines of his fork as a guide to precisely cut his quesadilla in straight lines! And then he would get exactly one pieces of lettuce to put on top of it, a dollop of sour cream and eat it.
Today's caption is getting long, but the shot is homage to Big Boyz Bail Bonds in my lost love city, Baltimore. I posted a daily about this some time back before we moved, and since then the owner of the company has found me and we've talked for a bit through email. I'm still so proud to have a box of these pens myself and I totally have followed up on my Super Secret plan of "seeding" them around restaurants in this city. San Fran, look out. You'll never know what hit you. ;)
Afterwards we were walking back to Market St. (we'd never really been to the SOMA area before) and heard piano jazz coming out of a bar. We looked in.. it looked awesome! So we had a round of bourbons at Eddie Rickenbacker's while we unwound. The place was so cool and the resident cat, Mr Higgins, wanted a sip of our drinks, too. Vintage bikes, jazz music, bourbon, what else could you want? Well, I wanted a Rosie the Riveter outfit, complete with googles and scarf and nice leather boots. Hmmm.
Our trip back home was so surreal. Making change for a five from a homeless woman, then getting questionably valid ticket transfers from a Chinese guy wearing all-denim. Living in a city sure gives you interesting life experiences.
Tonight we had a hankering for microbrews. Both of us have a love for unique brews, though he prefers red ales and I have a space in my heart for porters/stouts. There are a few decent breweries in San Fran but I picked 21st Amendment because it got good reviews for beers. Off we went on the Muni!
I was a bit shortsighted and never looked up the game schedule. Ouch. Tons of people wearing black and orange jerseys were standing around with plastic cups and Giants baseball caps, ugh. Neither of us are baseball fans and tonight of all nights, we just wanted somplace quiet to talk. So while 21st Amendment did have good brews and decent food, they lose points for being one of the loudest restaurants I've ever patronized!
On the bright side, we had a really good laugh about the eating habits of the guy sitting at the adjacent table. I love people watching, and this guy didn't disappoint. I figure he must have been an architect or something because, apparently, he used the tines of his fork as a guide to precisely cut his quesadilla in straight lines! And then he would get exactly one pieces of lettuce to put on top of it, a dollop of sour cream and eat it.
Today's caption is getting long, but the shot is homage to Big Boyz Bail Bonds in my lost love city, Baltimore. I posted a daily about this some time back before we moved, and since then the owner of the company has found me and we've talked for a bit through email. I'm still so proud to have a box of these pens myself and I totally have followed up on my Super Secret plan of "seeding" them around restaurants in this city. San Fran, look out. You'll never know what hit you. ;)
Afterwards we were walking back to Market St. (we'd never really been to the SOMA area before) and heard piano jazz coming out of a bar. We looked in.. it looked awesome! So we had a round of bourbons at Eddie Rickenbacker's while we unwound. The place was so cool and the resident cat, Mr Higgins, wanted a sip of our drinks, too. Vintage bikes, jazz music, bourbon, what else could you want? Well, I wanted a Rosie the Riveter outfit, complete with googles and scarf and nice leather boots. Hmmm.
Our trip back home was so surreal. Making change for a five from a homeless woman, then getting questionably valid ticket transfers from a Chinese guy wearing all-denim. Living in a city sure gives you interesting life experiences.
May 12, 2009
Tonight we had a hankering for microbrews. Both of us have a love for unique brews, though he prefers red ales and I have a space in my heart for porters/stouts. There are a few decent breweries in San Fran but I picked 21st Amendment because it got good reviews for beers. Off we went on the Muni!
I was a bit shortsighted and never looked up the game schedule. Ouch. Tons of people wearing black and orange jerseys were standing around with plastic cups and Giants baseball caps, ugh. Neither of us are baseball fans and tonight of all nights, we just wanted somplace quiet to talk. So while 21st Amendment did have good brews and decent food, they lose points for being one of the loudest restaurants I've ever patronized!
On the bright side, we had a really good laugh about the eating habits of the guy sitting at the adjacent table. I love people watching, and this guy didn't disappoint. I figure he must have been an architect or something because, apparently, he used the tines of his fork as a guide to precisely cut his quesadilla in straight lines! And then he would get exactly one pieces of lettuce to put on top of it, a dollop of sour cream and eat it.
Today's caption is getting long, but the shot is homage to Big Boyz Bail Bonds in my lost love city, Baltimore. I posted a daily about this some time back before we moved, and since then the owner of the company has found me and we've talked for a bit through email. I'm still so proud to have a box of these pens myself and I totally have followed up on my Super Secret plan of "seeding" them around restaurants in this city. San Fran, look out. You'll never know what hit you. ;)
Afterwards we were walking back to Market St. (we'd never really been to the SOMA area before) and heard piano jazz coming out of a bar. We looked in.. it looked awesome! So we had a round of bourbons at Eddie Rickenbacker's while we unwound. The place was so cool and the resident cat, Mr Higgins, wanted a sip of our drinks, too. Vintage bikes, jazz music, bourbon, what else could you want? Well, I wanted a Rosie the Riveter outfit, complete with googles and scarf and nice leather boots. Hmmm.
Our trip back home was so surreal. Making change for a five from a homeless woman, then getting questionably valid ticket transfers from a Chinese guy wearing all-denim. Living in a city sure gives you interesting life experiences.
Tonight we had a hankering for microbrews. Both of us have a love for unique brews, though he prefers red ales and I have a space in my heart for porters/stouts. There are a few decent breweries in San Fran but I picked 21st Amendment because it got good reviews for beers. Off we went on the Muni!
I was a bit shortsighted and never looked up the game schedule. Ouch. Tons of people wearing black and orange jerseys were standing around with plastic cups and Giants baseball caps, ugh. Neither of us are baseball fans and tonight of all nights, we just wanted somplace quiet to talk. So while 21st Amendment did have good brews and decent food, they lose points for being one of the loudest restaurants I've ever patronized!
On the bright side, we had a really good laugh about the eating habits of the guy sitting at the adjacent table. I love people watching, and this guy didn't disappoint. I figure he must have been an architect or something because, apparently, he used the tines of his fork as a guide to precisely cut his quesadilla in straight lines! And then he would get exactly one pieces of lettuce to put on top of it, a dollop of sour cream and eat it.
Today's caption is getting long, but the shot is homage to Big Boyz Bail Bonds in my lost love city, Baltimore. I posted a daily about this some time back before we moved, and since then the owner of the company has found me and we've talked for a bit through email. I'm still so proud to have a box of these pens myself and I totally have followed up on my Super Secret plan of "seeding" them around restaurants in this city. San Fran, look out. You'll never know what hit you. ;)
Afterwards we were walking back to Market St. (we'd never really been to the SOMA area before) and heard piano jazz coming out of a bar. We looked in.. it looked awesome! So we had a round of bourbons at Eddie Rickenbacker's while we unwound. The place was so cool and the resident cat, Mr Higgins, wanted a sip of our drinks, too. Vintage bikes, jazz music, bourbon, what else could you want? Well, I wanted a Rosie the Riveter outfit, complete with googles and scarf and nice leather boots. Hmmm.
Our trip back home was so surreal. Making change for a five from a homeless woman, then getting questionably valid ticket transfers from a Chinese guy wearing all-denim. Living in a city sure gives you interesting life experiences.
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