So all this week I’ve been telling a continuing story of what my life has been like on the road as a drifter. I was intending to finish that story today. Unfortunately I didn’t have a really good idea.
I was wishing I knew someone with a barn. I wanted to get a girl dressed up like a farmers daughter and then go make out with her in a bail of hay for the story. But I don’t know anyone with a barn, and I was way too lazy to go look.
Then my friends and I decided to go see the new Spiderman movie, and before I left I took this picture thinking I’d use today to talk about how in my travels I was bitten by a radio active spider and given great power, but with that great power I learned came a great responsibility.
But then as I was posting this pic, I realize that today was day 265. There are only 100 days left in this project. Wow. I’ve just been reflecting on that for the past few minutes. Last year, 100 days seemed like such a long time. In fact, day 100 seemed like a huge accomplishment. Today. Well, not so much. 100 days seems like nothing. Like time that will just flow by. I am now beginning to think about life after 365. Will I keep going? I think I will. But its odd. Taking a 366th picture somehow feels like committing to another year, and a year 2 does seem like a very long time. What would I do to fill up a second year of self portraits? On the other hand, this process has made me love photography more and more every day. Its made me consider it as a serious career option rather than just a hobby. Its made me love being an artist again (something that I had burnt out on some time ago) and I just can’t imagine waking up on day 366 and not wanting to take a picture. The very idea of not taking a picture of myself every day seems simply ludicrous.
So I don’t know what I’m going to do. 265 days in, and I’m less sure of where this journey ends than I was on day 1.
But the experience has been worth it every step of the way.