A little over a month ago, I wrote about the 365 project. A picture a day for an entire year. It was a project that I dropped out of last year after getting pregnant. About a month ago, I was inspired to give it a go again and I just wrapped up the first 31 days.
One month down. . . 11 to go.
Truth is, I’m nervous about whether or not I’ll see it through. I suspect a newborn might make it difficult, but I’m determined to try.
I am an amateur photographer and simply feeling my way through the various aspects of photography. Shutter speed, aperture, lighting and all the unknowns are very foreign to me. I like the concrete, the understandable, the explainable. When you embark on something new there is none of that. I am simply learning as I go. I never thought a project like the 365 would interest me. I can’t explain why a glass of milk and a cookie on a plate seem noteworthy. . . but it was. Or how an apple becomes art. . . but it did. I often feel quite insecure putting my pictures up with the other participants in the 365 Flickr pool. Thoughts like, who am I to be doing this creep in from time to time. But what is really cool is that I’m becoming okay with that. I’m learning that I don’t necessarily need to know exactly where I’m going, I just have to take the step that is right in front of me.
By peering through my lens everyday, I am seeing, more and more, that life is simply a process of unfolding. . . of discovery. Life is not, as I always assumed, the playing out of an unwritten script in my mind. I may not be able to understand it or explain it, but I’ll tell you one thing. . .by stepping a bit outside of my comfort zone, I am finding greater joy in it.