October is always the month I get photographic cravings. I have started two previous ‘365’s’ or ‘a photo a day’ projects on the second and fourth of October. This year I caved on the third. I am doing things a bit differently this time, trying to capture small things in everyday life, and trying not to put too much pressure on myself. I just want this to be some sort of diary, that I can look back on at any given moment. I will try to put some photos of my project on my blog regularly, but if you want to follow me on a daily basis, you can head over to my Flickr.
I admit: it has been hard for me to write. While the words tumble in my head, the truth is I am afraid. Daunted by the idea that once I get going, the words will never stop coming. That I will be forever free falling in this universe of black and white, of sentences said and things that I longed so much to hear unspoken. There are no words. That is what they said. And all I wanted was for someone to tell me the opposite. Someone to say something little that would feel like a hand grasping my shoulder tightly, an arm holding me up as I fight myself. As I hide myself.
So I take pictures. More and more. Details that need no comment. A twist in a strap doesn’t necessarily need fixing. Maybe it is the same with people. If you try to straighten them where they bend, they will never reveal their truth.