Almost a whole year ago, I started a 52-week project with a group of like-minded individuals/photographers. Once a week, we post a photo that responds to a theme that (most of the time) I have selected. It’s been an interesting, surprising, challenging, and rewarding experience – I love seeing how the others choose to interpret the theme each week.
This is my shot from last week – the theme was ‘A flower’. It’s one of my favourites. The images are different to those I normally share here on my personal blog – they are part of a longer process, a result of intention and creation rather than reaction and observation. I like that. I like the shift in thinking. I like the flexibility to work in both methods.
Most of all, I like the sharing, and the feeling of working together to create something. I generally feel as though I would keep taking photos even if I never shared them (and I have a backlog of several thousand unshared shots to provide weight to that feeling), but in reality, I’m not so sure… there’s something about growth through feedback, growth through motivation, growth through constraint.
Anyway, our year is almost over. I’m already starting to miss it…
they are threads;
They must be spun.
And when they have been thrown
around and around and around,
their colours weaving together,
then they are
And I could no sooner say
which thread came
than I could unravel them
from the very middle.
the resolution –
it’s all there in the spinning.
We thread our hearts with conversations, memories, moments, and we grow stronger with every weave. A heart is a many-threaded thing…
Winter is for indoors, and cold afternoons, and warm porridge with splashes of colour and bursts of flavour.
In the end we all leave impressions, blurs, glances in the stories others will tell. Sometimes that’s all we leave…