I can’t believe it has been a year.
On November 11th, 2010, I took the above picture looking out our front door. It was one of those golden fall mornings that takes your breath away just a bit. When I took the picture I wasn’t thinking about anything other than just preserving the moment. Then I got a little obsessed, thinking about how it would be fun to take a picture every morning for a couple of weeks and see how things changed.
Andrew had recently checked out the book “A Year of Mornings” and no doubt it had something to do with my thought process (“A Year of Mornings began on January 1, 2007 as an almost daily photo conversation, in blog form, between two friends that live 3191 miles apart. It lasted the entire calendar year ending on December 31, 2007”). As I continued to think about it I decided a daily photo was a bit ambitious. Why not once a week? Since the garden was in decline I thought maybe I would continue the photo journal until the trees leafed out again in the spring. That moment came and went. Maybe I’d continue until the Cannas were tall once again?
Then I decided I was already so far in why not just take a photo once a week for a year? Ideally the photo would have been taken the same day and time each week but I’m not that good! I hit most weeks…although I think there are a couple missing and there a couple of extras too, especially from the beginning when I was still thinking of it as a daily project.
The angle of the camera changed a lot too, as I tried to avoid capturing my reflection in the glass door. I also think I’m guilty of taking more pictures on sunny days, not to paint a pretty face on our weather but because that’s naturally when my eyes were drawn outside and I thought about the project. It is fun to see the colors change, the garden get really open and empty through the winter, and then fill up in the spring when I launched my redo-the-front-garden project. If you’re really observant you can see the front steps change color (they went from light grey to dark charcoal when we had the house painted), the neighbors lawn go from lush green to Portland gold (for the summer) and unfortunately you’ll be exposed to our garbage cans out for trash pickup.
Here is my “year of mornings”…