Everyday

 If you do handwriting analysis, I don't wanna know. Just in case my handwriting is a sign of madness, my handwriting does change. Digging myself deeper...

If you do handwriting analysis, I don't wanna know. Just in case my handwriting is a sign of madness, my handwriting does change. Digging myself deeper...

A day ago I opened a box that has been in the office, sitting in at my feet as I work or write at my computer. I brought it from my parents' house, where it had resided for the past decade. I hadn't opened it. In contains photo albums, notebooks, and journals from the 1990s and early 2000s. Reading over a few random entries, the times were as I recall - tumultuous, fast, full of creation and dismantling, and searching.

I suppose memory serves. To a point. I trust my memory. To a point.

Here's what I wrote on Sunday, January 2, 2000:
"There are a number of things I wish I had done -- kept a better journal, taken photographs of everyday things."

I woke on Saturday, April 14, 2018 to a feeling of wanting to make photographs of everyday things. The light was beautiful. The photographs I made are other than what I usually make.

I created a "category" for The Shagbark Speaks called "Everyday". Perhaps I will do more Everyday photography.

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