365 Days of 2010: Snapshots to inspire great stories, exploring life's greatest details through photographs and the written word. 52 Weeks of 2011: Composites of snaps to spark composites of words. Create. That's the purpose. 365 Days of 2012 and 2013: A story a day, maximum 365 characters per story, a journey in giving life to the smallest of moments, making every word and every image count.
6.30.2010
6.29.2010
6.28.2010
6.27.2010
6.26.2010
6.25.2010
Day One Hundred Seventy-Six
I'll be posting only photos for the next few days, letting them talk however they are supposed to...for now.
6.24.2010
6.23.2010
Day One Hundred Seventy-Four
What are your greatest barriers? Do you possess wire cutters to snip a hole in the fence or a chisel to chip away at the mortar? Or will these walls forever impede your progress?
6.22.2010
Day One Hundred Seventy-Three
The most obvious things often elude us. Write about overlooking the obvious and what happens by doing so.
6.21.2010
Day One Hundred Seventy Two
What does your front porch say about you? Warm and well-kept, cold and ignored, or used yet welcome. Is it accurate or telling of something else in the works? Write of a character who analyzes this distinct entrance into people's lives.
6.20.2010
6.19.2010
6.18.2010
6.17.2010
6.16.2010
6.15.2010
Day One Hundred Sixty-Six
What if you were a seagull? Hated by some, never quite feeling wanted, often overlooked for your service. Constantly tempted by passersby to overindulge in their junk food, most days finding your feast in the garbage. Yet perfectly capable of riding the wind and spending a lazy glorious day at the beach. What if?
6.14.2010
6.13.2010
One Hundred Sixty-Four
Are you a let-in-the-light kind of person? Or do you prefer the blinds closed, the shades down, the curtains drawn? What does that mean?
6.12.2010
One Hundred Sixty-Three
Your character has been working...working on the railroad. And all the live long day, in fact. Have him break to tell his story.
6.11.2010
Day One Hundred Sixty-Two
Fresh off the sea after how long? What were you doing out there? Tell of your experience and what it feels like to be back on solid ground.
6.10.2010
6.09.2010
6.08.2010
6.07.2010
6.06.2010
6.05.2010
Day One Hundred Fifty Six
Your character is a hinge. He adjoins two seemingly rigid and stationary things, creating motion. What relies on him? Has it made him rusty and need of repair, or does he swivel freely and happily in this connection?
6.04.2010
6.03.2010
Day One Hundred Fifty Four
Self: constant or in flux. Write about a moment where you felt your self defined. Does that definition still hold true?
6.02.2010
6.01.2010
One Hundred Fifty Two
You find your drive home blocked by a load of pallets and their goods scattered across the road. Further ahead, a flatbed truck sits empty and straddling the center line. And go.
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