my winter wreath, finally retired from my door, and awaiting the next bonfire.
Day 3 of the First Thirty-One over at Fourtuitous.com! Today’s challenge was “Returns”.
I’m not even going to lie, I had no idea how to do this challenge. I checked Instagram (if you’re Instagram saavy, you can find other people’s posts at #firstthirtyone) …and, I really, really didn’t just want to take a photo of me returning something. No offense to anyone that did that, but I pride myself on being “outside-of-the-box”
The little wheels in my head turned and turned, so much in fact, that I gave myself a headache trying to come up with something.
I thought “What if I go to the gym today? I haven’t been in a month, so I would be returning to the gym!” …well, I never went. I made breakfast too late in the morning, and the only way to drag myself is to get up at 6-7AM, eat a quick breakfast, take a quick shower, and head off before the sun’s too high in the sky. So nope. No dice.
Then I thought “Well, I could do some yoga in my room for a bit. I haven’t done that in ages.” …and my mind got all esoteric and I spaced out for a bit imagining high-lit silhouettes of me doing yoga poses, until I eventually realized I haven’t a room in my house where the backdrop wouldn’t be uninteresting, and I don’t actually own any high-powered lights to hide in front of. Fuck it.
Then I ate lunch. Who thinks on an empty stomach?
So I chose this. It’s lame, I’m not happy with it, but…it’s what you get. I decided that I was returning my house to its natural, non-Christmas state (excepting the Christmas tree, which I’m not taking down until I get the roommate approval. I’ve learned not to mess with a man’s tree.) I took down all the lights, and removed the stockings and the ornaments, and packed away my Christmas cards and shiny baubles. I took the popcorn strings outside for birds to feast upon, and I placed the cedar boughs and cinnamon sticks that were upon my altar into the firepit, for burning later. The only thing I kept up were the snowflakes on the windows (that’s WINTER, damn it) and the wreath upon my door.
And now, to make myself feel a bit better about my photography (and editing skills in general) …here’s some more stuff from the day.
I took my camera out today while we were in town, with the intent on coming up with something to shoot for today’s photo. I…forgot to put my card back into my camera, so I borrowed Tim’s camera instead. He doesn’t have his card reader with him though, so there was no way I could get the photo off his computer.
So…I took a photo of it, instead.
I’ve decided to do a fun little thing for Christmas this year. I’ve taken a photo an hour (approximately) as a way to document my first Christmas in Canada away from my family. We woke up at 7:00, and started opening gifts, and then we made breakfast and started prepping for the day. For dinner, we headed over to my roommate’s parents house for a bit of a shindig. With Turducken!
…and 22:30 and 23:30 are missing due to the blood:wine ratio in my body. A Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
As Autumn moves into Winter, the snow falls gently from the skies, as though to remind me that today is the longest night of the year. For centuries, people have celebrated this day, across civilizations, under names which are as differing as the tides. Candlemas, Yule, Jul…the Winter Solstice. Tonight is the Longest Night – when the Northern hemisphere is plunged into the darkest of depths, only to emerge at the dawn with something faint, yet tangible. Hope. Hope for a new solar cycle, and a hope for warmth in the coming days. Represented by beginnings, I bring you this.
This blog. I will still post in my regular travel blog during trips, over at paienne.blogspot.com, but here, here is something new. I deleted Facebook at the beginning of 2012, and I’ve fallen out of touch. I’ve become reclusive, and secretive, and I’ve stopped doing something I love – take photos. So, I guess in a somewhat-related 365 project, I’m going to try and post a photo-a-day. Some days, like today, I will post more than one photo. Some days, I suspect I will struggle to post just one. There may not always be commentary. But then again, maybe there will be. That’s the beauty about new projects – they’re so fresh and young, and they haven’t fully formed in the mind of their author! As Winter turns into Spring, it is my hope, that so too will this little place to put my photo memoires …my photo memories.