A brand new year. And a brand new challenge. Not original, of course. Many have done this before me. But, I thought this might be a good way to get me back into blogging and back into writing on a fairly regular basis. And, of course, back into photography, too.
The idea is pretty simple: take a least one photo per day and post it. In theory, I don’t even have to write a whole blog post about it, but I suppose I’ll want to say at least a little something about the photos most days.
I reserve the right not to post for a few days. Of course, I’ll hopefully keep on top of it so that my back log doesn’t get too large.
Anyway. Here’s January the First.
True to form, Portland has been rainy and chilly. The Snowpocalypse has almost entirely melted away, though there are a few stubborn patches still hanging on.
Last night was the first time in a while that I wasn’t hosting my own New Year’s Eve party–my current apartment is just not big enough for a proper party. Alas. The lack of responsibility was kind of nice, though.
The Boy and I started out at his place and hopped around to a couple of other parties (my friends’ and his friends’). Obviously, I haven’t blogged very much lately (since, um, August) and so I’m sure that I have plenty to write about the Boy aside from whatever photos I might be posting here. In fact, I think this is the first time that I really feel like it’s not fair to call him Boy. It feels better if I call him Man. So, that’s what I’ll do. Unless he’s dumb–then he’ll deserve to be called Boy again.
This photo was taken from his bedroom, actually, as we were just starting to wake up this morning. It was a lazy day, with brunch at the Screen Door–well worth the hour or so wait. I communed with his new roommate’s kitten for a while this afternoon and then he drove me home so I could clean my apartment before my roommate comes back tomorrow. Hardly an exciting day, but New Year’s Day tends to be a lazy one for me, some eating, some napping, some cleaning. Don’t want to head into the new year too strong and run out of steam by the end of January. Gotta pace yourself.
Back to work tomorrow, alas.
More to come, I promise!
Happy New Year! Bonne Année! Buon Capo d’Anno!