Well. I have reached the end of this photo project. Perhaps not in the most timely of fashions, nor with the most artistry. But the end I have reached. And in terms of accomplishments (especially in light of all the crazy that was 2012), I'll take it.
Making an image a day has undoubtedly expanded my photography skills. Were I to assess my progress, (and this is my blog so I'm about to) I'd say that I've vastly improved my handling of my camera in manual mode, but I still have a ways to go in terms of composition, and the understanding of light.
Was it hard to do a 365 project? Yes and no. I mean, how hard can it be to snap a picture and throw it out there onto the internet? Not that difficult. But it's also harder than you'd think. It's hard to maintain motivation, to find creativity when you don't see anything that inspires. But it's also an exercise in discipline. In daily practice. In finishing what you start (I'm not the greatest of finishers). And seeking out beauty, because it's out there. It is. Waiting for you to see it.
Will I be carrying on this project into 2013? (Hey, what's up with the rhetorical questions, Socrates?) Not in it's current form. I still want to develop (heeee) my photography skills, I still want to push myself to see the lovely in the everyday, and capture memories of the beautiful banality of the diurnal. But I don't want to be tied to a rigours posting schedule, or limited by one photograph for a day (because some days are not photo worthy, while some call for scores of images.) So the 2013 photo project will take a new form. Weakly posts. Ordinary life. Extraordinary beauty. Project Life, as inspired by this blog.
So. Here we go. The last few entries of 2012.
My girl is not a sunggeler. But on this day, we both needed the proximity of love.
Hands down, the most outrageous birthday party I've ever been to. And it was for a two-year-old. There was a DJ. Entertainers. Singing. Dancing (Gangnam Style, Obvs., because this is Asia). Prizes. Minnie mouse (much to my own two-year-old's terror). And to top off the whole event, a train ride through the mall for all the little revelers.
Stella has been out of school for the Christmas break. And to say that she misses her academic studies would be a gross understatement. Daily classes take place in her bedroom with all her furry friends as pupils. Here, she's leading them in a rousing rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle. (Minnie Mouse blanket courtesy of the most outrageous loot bag from the most outrageous birthday party.)
You have no idea how much of my life I've lost to unraveling deadlocks in my child's hair. They're created nightly as she twists and resists sleep.
In the back of a cab. Traffic gridlocked. Pouring rain. A lot of my life is spent this way, too.
In an unusually cheerful mood admiring the Christmas decorations.
Unwrapping presents. Small ones for him. Big for me.
Like this table. Mango wood. Beautiful. A Christmas surprise from my chef. About which I'm beyond thrilled. Each time I walk by it, my eyes linger, trailing behind me like I'm checking out a hot beach body or something, when really, it's just a table. But oh, what a table.
Bubbles. I tell you. They can lift you up.
We've been doing a lot of art these days.
And watching quit a lot of Merry Poppins. She's mesmerized.
The typical animated fare usually is too scary for my wee girl ("I scary", she says). But old musicals, why, they're just the ticket. Next up: The Sound of Music.
Panettone. The first Christmas I spent with Mr. Chef was my introduction to the wonders of this most amazing Christmas treat. I have not looked back since.
Finally. New Year's Eve. My girl. Totally spellbound by the revelry in the streets. I can not tell you how magical it was to watch her take this all in.
I like this as a last image for the year. Light in dark. And wonder.
Thanks for sticking around with me and my camera (okay, and for the past few weeks, my phone which has seen way more action than my camera).
Looking forward to what beauty lies ahead in 2013.