Day 137: Blurred Lights

I fell a little behind on the days, and my camera lens broke the other day, but i’ll upload what I can. New York is a wild experience of every flavor. There is diversity everywhere and even in the ugliest parts there’s an unexpected charm. But what I love most is when you blur the lights a little, everything starts looking the same.

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Day 132: Seeing Through Filters

A camera only helps me become aware of the lenses that I use to filter the world. But really, I know i’m wearing different filters constantly. Anything I see, perceive or experience is just going to be filtered through my own personal lens. And just imagine that every person in the world has their own unique filter.

How the heck are you supposed to live in a world that’s so subjective?

Day 131: Going for the Plunge

I’ve been thinking for a while to resume my 365. It’s been nearly 3 years since I started it, and I suppose it gets harder and harder to “resume” this project. Mostly because now I have an idea of what kind of commitment it takes and I feel i’ve resigned myself to not getting anywhere close to the goal.

Anyway, I’m hoping to post this quickly before I change my mind. Go for the plunge and i’ll figure out how to get myself out of it later.

So close that I can touch its shadow

So close that I can touch my own shadow

Transparency

Yesterday’s spontaneous photoshoot was entirely satisfying. I love setting the mood of a photo with such simple elements: a cloudy and wet afternoon. Handprints. Wax paper and a car windshield.

Magic of the minimal: wet wax paper and a car windshield

Magic of the minimal: wet wax paper and a car windshield

Almost Neglected

Almost is actually an understatement. I barely consider myself a photographer, and I’ve practically resigned myself to leaving my original 365 project half done. And then I remember: It wasn’t ever about being a good photographer. Or a photographer at all. Or having a good camera. Or any camera at all.

It’s about practicing creativity. Consistently, everyday. And publishing it for nobody (or somebody) to read. That’s what is so amazing yet difficult about the creative process. It’s not about the end result. It’s not about what “art” I end up with. It’s about courageously failing.

I got the inspiration to finally post on here after I went on a Photobooth photo shoot with myself. The difference with posting here and say, posting it on my instagram? I have to say that when I post any photo on this blog, i’m making a little statement to myself. Take photos with a little bit of thought behind it. Or none at all. But do something. Then keep doing it. (without hashtags)

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