What A Year Looks Like

365 days, 365 photos. I started this last year on my birthday, and end it today, one year older and one year later. This is what they look like as a group. So what have we learned?

Well... I dislike photographing people obviously. Less than 10 photos in a year contain a person, and when they did they were usually obscured to the point of anonymity.

I like numbers. 12 photos where numbers were the primary subject.

I am attracted to the color red. 12 photos where red is the dominant color.

I spend a lot of time on trains of various types.

An object or subject in an otherwise plain field (like a wall) attracts me. 11 photos fit that description.

I clearly have some favorite subjects. 5 sunsets. 5 neon signs. 12 flowers. 6 lamps or lights. Most surprising to me... 3 wigs.

I took nearly identical shots of the Met Life tower on Madison square during nighttime and daylight. I did take two basically identical photos of the architectural lights on a building.

This was a good exercise in discipline for me, even when I was wasn't posting here I kept up with my photos.

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Getting Old Sucks

Tiny bit of TMI to start your week... I officially spend more time grooming my nose than I do my beard these days... what is it about edging ever closer to the end of your 30's that suddenly makes your hair grow like kudzu in odd places? I will say that I AM looking forward to getting those big bushy wild looking eyebrows old men get though. I see those guys on the train and they are AWESOME. Small critters could nest in there. Do you think they comb their eyebrows? Do they cultivate the eyebrow equivalent of "bed-head?"

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