(10/365)
It’s difficult to provide an executive summary of why I’m doing this 365 project. An adequate answer to a question likeĀ “why are you bringing your camera to lunch?,” requires more than just a few words and, at least in this case, isn’t unlike providing an honest answer when someone asks you how you’re doing: depending on the situation, he or she probably isn’t looking to hear your life’s story.
I guess that the need to even explain myself feels foreign. At least as of late, I’ve been so used to having my camera everywhere I go–and having it just being understood why I have it–that it seemed that everyone I know either a) knows specifically of this undertaking or b) knows, generally, that photography is serious to me. In retrospect, that probably only holds true for a subset of my friends, so I shouldn’t hold it against anyone if I’m asked why I have a camera with me.
Nonetheless, I reserve the right to be less than forthcoming if it feels like it’s just going to be an exercise in justification.


old enough to feel ways about stuff
What lengths would you go to for something like grabbing a drummer’s sticks tossed into the crowd after the set was done or getting the band to autograph your copy of their latest album? Would you think that leaping into the air from the bleachers to grab the sticks was too much, even though the drummer’s “hot as hell”? Would you ditch your friend, who had just broken his ankle leaping for said sticks, to go harass the band for an autograph?
My FAST teammates couldn’t really understand it. I just thought to myself, man, I remember when I was that age and felt that way about stuff.