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Sunday, September 30, 2012

If You Haven't Taken Any Photos Yet, Now Might Be A Good Time To Panic

It’s getting closer now, suckers lovely participants. 30 Days (not to be confused with 50 Shades, not that THAT wouldn’t be awesome,) will start on Monday. Because Michael and I are ridiculously lazy, we haven’t sent out any personal invitations to anyone, and therefore we would love it if you could help us spread the word. So if you know someone who might want to participate, or someone who might not hate to participate, or just someone who’s easily bribed into participating, send them over my way.

Here’s the list one more time. Please notice that we added a Day 31 for those of you who are pedantic enough to feel like you can’t do 30 days of photos when the month has 31 days. Day 31 is outtakes day, a day of looking back at the month that passed and feel grateful that we made it, and that we’re still alive. On Day 31 you can post any photos that you took during the month but didn’t fit a specific theme. Or you can choose not to post at all, that’s the beauty of no very few rules.

1. Shiny
2. Fast
3. Above my head
4. Sour
5. Lotion
6. Vibration
7. Craftsman
8. Hair
9. Rules
10. Stalker
11. Heavy
12. Five
13. Calm
14. Secret
15. My favorite food
16. Bullshit
17. Coins
18. Qwerty
19. Steel
20. Nails
21. Broken
22. Neutral
23. Underwater
24. M&M’s
25. Video
26. Heart
27. Kafkaesque
28. Autumn
29. The city
30. Blackout
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Monday, September 17, 2012

30 Days of Photographs III

It’s on, people! 30 Days of Photographs III will start October 1st. Michael and I have spent literally minutes brainstorming and finally deciding on the best list ever. You’ll love it, I promise.

Now, the rules. Last time we did this I was astounded by the sheer number of grown people who couldn’t follow simple instructions, so Michael and I decided to be a little more lenient this time. One of the biggest issues was the linking to other blogs, so I will shamelessly rip off Nicky’s 30 Days of Writing system with the linky thing. You post your photo (preferably as early in the day as possible, mine will go up at 6 am Mountain Standard Time,) and once it’s up, you visit my blog, add the link to your photo on the linky thing, and you’re done. If you choose not to post one day, e.g. on day 27, you just don’t add any link, and you’re off the hook. I will still come after you with the whip though, as added incentive.

We won’t restrict the number of words in your post, but if it’s more than 250 Michael won’t read it. If, on the other hand, Michael’s post were to exceed 250 words one day, say on day 27, I will personally force him to read every single post every single participant has ever posted. You can use any photo you’ve taken since September 1st, and you can use whatever trickery or witchcraft you want to make it suck less. Be advised though, we will mercilessly mock you if your trickery includes sepia tones.

Now, without further ado, I give you greatest thing since LOLcats, The List:

1. Shiny
2. Fast
3. Above my head
4. Sour
5. Lotion
6. Vibration
7. Craftsman
8. Hair
9. Rules
10. Stalker
11. Heavy
12. Five
13. Calm
14. Secret
15. My favorite food
16. Bullshit
17. Coins
18. Qwerty
19. Steel
20. Nails
21. Broken
22. Neutral
23. Underwater
24. M&M’s
25. Video
26. Heart
27. Kafkaesque
28. Autumn
29. The city
30. Blackout

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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

So MikeWJ and I were thinking...


30 Days of Photos?

Yes?

No?

October?

November?

Too soon?

Discuss.


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Thursday, September 6, 2012

Next Time We're Doing It In The Ditch

”Do you want me to undress?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” I said, “the photos will be much more interesting.”

It started innocently enough. Zelma, with her new apartment and keen eye for retro design, wanted a photo for her wall. Something nice, something retro. A subtle hint of her love for music, like maybe a super-sized photo of a violin, or why not sheet music, or vinyl records on the wall. I had a different suggestion.

And that’s why the very next day we were waist-deep in yellow wheat, Zelma with her violin and I with my camera. As we waded through the field, the dry wheat made a sound not entirely unlike 12,042 spiders crawling all over each other and I was absolutely sure that they were crawling up my leg, ready to drag me into a dark cave somewhere, feed me to their young and make my hair their living room.

I admit, I had a brief moment of panic, running around and screaming like a little girl. But Zelma assured me there weren't any spiders here (something that would later prove to be a blatant lie,) and we made our way into some kind of second-rate crop circle that formed a smallish flat surface in the rough shape of a Shetland pony, the wheat bent haphazardly every which way.

"This is perfect!" I announced.

Zelma turned in a slow circle with a disgusted look on her face, clearly thinking that this particular waste of a crop circle probably came to be when two deer got a little rowdy late the previous night. But she did raise her violin and started playing. Like, actually playing, not just posing. So there we were, in the cold fall air, in a muddy wheat field, right next to a busy road, cars on one side, curious moose on the other side, playing a violin and taking photos.

Occasionally we had to stop so Zelma could tune her violin, because when you’re playing for moose, pitch is important, but apart from a minor car crash that may or may not have been caused by Zelma playing in the third position on the E string, things went very well. I told her to turn this way and that way, and then hopped this way and that way myself when she wouldn’t listen.

Oh, and the undressing? Completely her idea.






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