Simply put, I wanted to challenge myself to get my camera out. There used to be time when my camera was like an appendage, and now, sadly, it's starting to get a little dusty. So yesterday I toted it around as much as I could and tried to get a photo during each hour of the day.
No, it wasn't an exact science. Yes, every fiber of my being wanted to caption each picture and tell you the backstory so conclusions aren't drawn that are wrong, or whatever. But honestly, that's kind of the fun in this. Just a picture. Just. That's it.
We always hear, "A picture tells a story". But does it? It captures a moment, sure. But it definitely doesn't show you everything. It doesn't show you the other 59 minutes and 59 seconds of that hour. It doesn't show the part where I walked into my newly cleaned bathroom to find hot pink toothpaste everywhere (really regretting not getting a photo of that), or when Emeline spilled an entire container of applesauce, splattering it across the kitchen floor.
So let's consider this me dipping my toes back into it all again. Blogging, picture taking, whatever.
|(iPhone photo//dentist office waiting)|
Yep. Just a teeny, tiny, smidgeon of a glimpse at this messy, beautiful life.