When I started taking a picture a day last January I didn’t plan for this. I didn’t plan to have to fight my way from day to day, I didn’t mean for the brightly colored pictures to be such a stark opposite from the darkness that slowly overwhelmed me. I didn’t know that the effort that it would take to take a simple snapshot of my life each day would become too difficult a task for me to complete. I never could have foreseen the shadow that would start to dull my vision, that would make my days turn dark. I wanted so much to try to keep going, I gave my all to being there, present in that colored world I could see through the lens of my camera, but I started to drift, I floated away. The need to take a picture at some point through out the day, became overpowered by the need to simply make it through the day. So the days came, they came and they came and I held as tight as I could to the ground.
As I reach the end of the year, I look back at the 111 photos a day I did manage to take, and I feel a bit sad. Sad for those 254 days, sad that I don’t have the pictures to represent them, sad that so much of my time was spent in that shadowy cold place. But seeing them all laid out like this, it now seems fitting. Those days aren’t days that I will be able to account for, a huge portion of 2009 just happened while I tried desperately to keep my self above ground. There is this dark quiet time in my life, and in the end my “365” photos are a fitting representation of my entire year. Because even though I did survive, even though I did prevail – I am alive, those empty photo spots are an honest accounting for where I’ve been, they are true to what I’ve endured, and they represent something that deserves to be recognized. Next year, I will try again, I will start fresh, I’ll keep holding on, treading forward, living the best that I can. But for 2009, it does seem right to bear witness to my 254 days of gray.
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